Seizing Moments

bayleymizelle:

what if we let this summer ruin us; we come back carrying nothing from each other. 

refluent. 

I seek to believe that joy is more

than memory,  That

that vanilla moon

melted in the heat of God’s clap-on lamp

and trailed through the cotton

waves.

I want to ride a pinnace down reflection’s

white spine,

and trace liquid frosting to its Maker

and ask for a Baker’s

Dozen.  He once sent round flakes from the skies. 

I can almost taste the honeyed

flavor

of favor. The sweetness that is pillars,

paper mache,

and Peter’s wooden water skis. 

This guy was seriously amazing.  I was fortunate enough to hear him read at Biola tonight.  Solid Christian, solid poet.  That’s an unusual and truly wonderful combination. Here’s one of his works, but I highly recommend you check out more.

“Possible Answers to Prayer”