"When I kept silent
my bones wasted away
through my groaning all day long"
– Psalm 32:3
there within my mouth is laid
soft seraph placed hot coals
with the woven word engraved
tattooing truth upon my tongue
would that fire-breathed blessing
could strain past parched lips
like water for the dead
while I stand like the rock I am
staff-struck before the gathered
till fresh fountain pours forth
from the ever-beyond
from the all-unreachable
and the desert blooms green
and the holy invisible is seen
by the creating voice of God
Harnessing Chaos 