JOEL

In that day the mountains will drip
new wine,
and the hills will flow with milk;
all the ravines of Judah will run with
water.
The fountain will flow out of the Lord's
house
they will water the valley of
acacias.

--For God's people 

BEAUTIFUL PHOTOS / BLUE BUS

/Such beauty/

m

LYING TO CHILDREN

"Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there.”

--Raul Gutierrez, "Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently"

I already feel sorry for my someday-children... m

HABUKKUK + MALACHI

Look at the nations and watch--
and be utterly amazed. 
For I am going to do something in your 
days that you would not believe,
even if you were told.

God to Habukkuk.

Reading the prophets slowly. 

The anticipating ache for justice, fear of God, and desire to remain steadfast and holy in the refiner's fire and launderer's soap... to see the sun of righteousness rise with healing in its wings! 

He will come, and how glorious to be released like calves from a stall, to leap and bury the ashes of the wicked under our soles. How lovely, this victory, m

P.S. I never realized what a beautiful poet God is. 

ET LES FOULES S'EFFACENT

My guitar is becoming a familiar voice. I sat tracing her strings and we sang with the birds. The sun was a beautiful giant behind and also reflected on the water, dancing between the woods and sky. A grandma with her two grandkids came to feed the ducklings, their curiosity made me laugh, so I wrote a song for them and the little girl waved goodbye to me when they walked away. The sun tracing their silhouettes with light was angelic, so I took a photo. I waded into the algae and let the swampy mud wrap around my toes and ankles, the mosquitoes were hungry, but it was worth it. The Civil Wars put out another album this week. A few of the songs breathe into me so far that I can feel a pain, as if in my marrow, released. I am inspired.