I told you so.

(that I would get back to writing. it's not a story but it's something.)



Drink of My Tears
 
You squeeze out my tears into Your bottle again.
My spirit responds to You with watered eyes;
the arrows of your eyes pierce my thunderhead.
Tears like rain washing down a dirty wall
descend my face
like the way You wash over my tarnished heart.
Jesus, Jesus, drink of my tears.
I see You hanging on the wood;
You thirst.
Here, Jesus, drink;
drink of my tears.
They can't help but fall
when You move,
when You walk into the room.


The Island
 
I swam out to a lonely island
in a gray sea
under a thickly misted sky.
I felt cold;
there was no one with me.

The water, like abandoned dreams
and people who left us,
kept me cold.

My breaststrokes divided the water
as I propelled myself under it.
No longer did I walk the shores
of this sea of lonliness.
I set out to find You.

You set my feet upon a rock
wide enough for me to stand.
I was surrounded by water but
You gave me solid ground beneath my feet.

Patient patient patient One,
Why'd You leave me waiting here?

You said that You have not forgotten me;
emphatically so.

Unrocked, unwrecked, yet unwritten
alone here,
alone there, with you, somewhere.

Cyclone of light, I see it coming down.
Suck me up into higher places;
make me to transcend this place
for You are more real than here.
Take me up from this lonely island.

The reality of You whispers above the roar of the silence,
and if I can't see You, I look for You inside my heart.
For even when there is no ground or light,
I hold onto You-- I cling to You
like there's nothing else
for there. is. nothing. else.

Suspended in darkness
or raptured in light
I can't flee from You,
for when I run
You chase me.

Writing Again

{The best writing advice D.Mill has ever received.}

I would like to actually start writing again. That's the whole reason Malapropisms exists anyway.




On that note, for those of you who didn't catch the update on Arrows of Hope...

Attention all poets, writers, artists, and prose-producing thinkers:

You are invited to participate in the first edition of the community literary magazine, The Circadian.

We will be accepting submissions in the following categories: short stories, essays (creative nonfiction, passionate theological essay, comic blog post, etc.), short plays or screenplays, poetry, graphics and visual art (most likely black and white print capabilities only).

Submit in as many categories as you’d like. Please limit yourself to two submissions per category.  All poets are requested to include three poems per submission, unless your poem is extraordinarily long.  If your writing doesn’t neatly fit into one of the three categories, submit it anyway and suggest your own category. Full theses or dissertations will not be accepted, however, due to space considerations.

The deadline for submissions is January 1.

All further questions can be addressed to Susan or Kait via email.

Susan: arrowofhope@yahoo.com

Kait: kaitlyn.rockrohr@gmail.com

Too true.