Empty Pockets

I reached the end of the longest road
And found a tollbooth there
Asking each who tried to cross
To pay a handsome fare
I dug in pockets that once were full
In search of something round
But empty hands came out the same
No payment could be found … More Empty Pockets

Like A Spider

How like a spider am I
Weaving a web to trap my loves
Too lazy to go out and get them
Too distrustful to let them come to me
Too hungry to let them live
Too tired to lure them in
How like a spider am I
Wrapping my loves up tight
Keeping them close
Keeping them stuck
Not letting them leave me
Not letting them love me … More Like A Spider

A Staring Contest with Grace

I have found inside the deep black pupil of Forgiveness’ eye a longing for me that makes my chest hurt. He waits for me and woos me and he believes that I am worthy. This – the staring contest that I did not knowingly enter, the one that will last forever – is changing me. I turn my eyes. I blink. I cry. I close them as tight as I can and when I open them again, Grace has not left me. I tell him that he has won and that I have failed. But he does not look away. … More A Staring Contest with Grace