where the devil's work is deeply found,
with teeth as sharp as cathedral spires,
slowly sinking in.
but i think it makes him proud of me.
now it's so hard to separate
my disappointments from his name.
where stained glass offers broken clues
and fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
it leaves us paralyzed.
the truth will reroute the narrow things they've said.
the marionette strings will lower and untie
and out of the ashes, love will be realized.
and a bit
nearsighted to say the least.
it's broken glass at children's feet
that gets swept aside unexpectedly.
- Side by Side
- Slow & Steady
- Birdcage Religion
- Green Screens
- All This to Say