Nightly trips to the water closet

Stranger
creaking through a strange house.
Dark hallway sighing through the
floorboards.
Bare feet shuffling,
Trying not to wake the rooms
I pass.

Light flares,
my rods and cones doing their dance.
An exchange of waters
and a glass to fill me up.

The darkness comes
at the speed of light.
Now I’m quietly rushing
For the strange house is chasing me,
Back to the sheets
that are my safety from
monsters in the hall.

February 5, 2005

Say a prayer
before falling free:
Fearless
is synonymous with disbelief.
In this deep knowledge of need
we are finding every flaw
become eclipsed
by the love of God.
The courage to become
does not finally come-
Instead we are taught to decide
with the cross and beyond always in eye.