a different kind of love poem (working title)

Sticky notes call up

"allow Father to remind you of your 

interconnectedness"

"holy encounter...as my equal 

where we are both love"

Unquestionably foolish

I'm not sure what's flesh

But if I can remember 

Just the taste

Then I will recognize it when it is here

Summer

In bedrooms 

Like The Wild Things

That bedroom was real 

And the kids & I 

Alone, could be small 

Creating beauty in moments

How to build that beauty up

While also dying to it

I don't know, save the taste

Like bread dipped in wine

I will recognize it once it comes

Shaping form

Like the day we bought the couch

"as equal" 

Green vinyl Herman Miller in love

It was solid

I am either so close 

Or a good ways away 

I don't know  

But I do remember the taste of being there

The room bathed in Christ's blood

Fear cancelled  

I'll surely call it here

When I taste it again

Ferocity

On it, the build, that part

All wrong

In exhaustion I am smaller 

Burned up

And He is all that is left

Centered nail

Right through