there is nothing more soul destroying
than living with a liar

come moment

Come unto Me
Matthew 11:28

free moment

it is interesting this sudden waterfall of words
coming not when expected
or even thought of

the dry season has been so long
and the wondering so deep
I had moved away from the seeking I think
for fear they would never come again

and yet
today
this sudden outpouring

is it because of the first step
the beginning
to give reassurance
comfort
company even

is it a pleasure response

if so
even more reason to hold lightly
never to own
simply to set free

words moment

words
long hidden
pent up
unformed
now suddenly pouring out

one by one
like the vertical river of white falling snow
gently
steadily

each flake unique
designed each one for its own purpose
in its own time

if you try to catch
to capture and own
they will disappear before your eyes

but there can be a momentary resting together
that does not destroy
or kill

and so these words
are not mine to own
simply to release
and let fall where they may

each one a different color
each one a different sound
each one a different purpose

there are yet other sounds within
unshaped
not ready to be heard
or seen

but these ones
are free in their release
even in the absence of the piano
I can hear their rhythm
their chord
as my fingers find their home on nonexistent keys

there is a song in this day
a song in the falling snow
a song in the silent surrender

there is a song in the true
the noble
the right
the pure
the lovely
the admirable
the excellent
the praiseworthy

there is a song
in the thinking of these things

there is no loneliness in the solitude
there is no fear in the silence
there is no emptiness in the quiet

only a filling
an enlarging
a conception
a readying

quite a first step
quite a beginning

the fullness of time

even so
come