a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

Spinning Together

Little voices, little laughs
Spinning together, holding hands
Different faces and tones
Little construction projects
Unpolished diamonds
Beautifully messy
And yet, it will happen
They will grow up
Someone will wound their dreams
Big responsibility, big weight
Don't shoulder it, loves
It ain't yours to carry
Grow in wisdom, and love
And dependence on him
Stay messy and unpolished
We all are, anyway

Polarization Nation

Dying Off, Reborn