A broken vessel

Split and splintered

I am

Made whole with the

Blood of the Lamb

#GiveThanks

For the moments I felt it the most but kept on walking—

Away from somthing that felt like the last harbor in a tempestuous sea—

Or towards something that could only be banished if I stood up and roared in its face.

#GiveThanks

For late night laughter and faces more familiar than my own.

For drives in the misty twilight and stories whispered under covers.

For fearless moments, faithful failures, and tart apples in the heady summer heat.

#GiveThanks

The white crest

at the top of the wave,

A whick of green

in a forest of grey,

Stray sunlight

after the moonless-starless-deepest-darkest night

#givethanks

Your ghost walks these halls

Breathes ice onto my mirror

Comments on my choice of whole wheat toast

Cradles me like a casket

Haunts me like a song

Your ghost dances these floors

Leaves words written on my walls

Laughs when I can’t find the keys

Hums like a premonition

Hovers like a head-cold

Your ghost holds these dusty bones

With creaking steps

And silent echoes

What colors are growing around us,

In the space between our breaths?

heavy wings don't carry

hushed whispers scream

night ticks on forever

like falling in a dream

What colors are growing around us,

In the empty space between our breaths?