I AM

I am a complexity
I am a conduit
I am a Christian

contrary to popular belief
in other words
opposite of trendy faith
with all of my limbs
tolerable countenance
and normal functionality
I am a miracle
part human
part spirit
fully man
part past
part future
fully present
part testimony
part process
fully saved
part merit
part mistake
fully triumphant
out of darkness then light
weakness then might
blindness then vision
pride then submission
conceit then contrition
death black turned snow white through bloody red
one of many raised up from the dead
breathless creature to living soul
leaky heart to perfect whole
to Saint from sinner
from victim to victor
judgment to compassion
observation to action
stale and torpid affection to passion

I am a complexity
I am a conduit
I am a Christian

speaking the music of God’s heart
I am a sweet deal
a covenant between the Word
and the womb
the friend I am
to fatherless dreams
the joy I am
to sonless love
the tribute I am
to forgotten freedom
the pen I am
to scripture’s expression
the treasure I am
to perfect sacrifice
the promise I am
to crucifixion
the secret I am
to poetry
a place where evolution meets diplomacy
that clandestine chapter earth groans to see
the candle the seraphs come close to perceive
the lyric that only we humans can sing
the hymn that only we are: “Redeemed”
it is Christ in me the Hope of glory
yes Christ in we the Hope of glory
here I am to tell the story
written on flesh that once was stone
written by One who made me His own
written for more than I alone
an inverted heathen
a reversed reason
dust using oil in a vapor to please Him

I am a complexity
I am a conduit
I am a Christian

I am the fight that fear is afraid of
what Moses was made of
what Christ crushed the grave for
what Paul killed and died for
what Abraham sojourned, battled, and lied for
I am the blood, sweat, and tears of Gethsemane
the arrow of greater works shot from Calvary
the sermon on the mount
the weight of the cross
the purchase of pain
the new song sang
the salt of the earth
a city on a hill
the gates
the everlasting doors of Israel
I am a servant called to be king
a new creature built of old things
collected, converged, converted, conveyed
in order to be what the Father did say

I am a complexity
I am a conduit
I am a Christian

Enough Reason to Reach

motivation hides behind curtains in front of the window in a room on the floor I just turned old enough to explore without permission

those things closest to me should mean the most to me
being wrapped in passion
and fitting perfectly in the dreams that I mean to make true
...but they’re cold
so cold they are
as if undead
they move
yet no heat makes my pen cozy enough to dance without a care of who sees
still…
I find it’ll HAVE to be enough that the ones watching my every move
are trying to glean the smooth in my groove
and the strength in my swag
-and them I love.
their attention necessitates my literary outlet
to stem from a Godly inlet
so faith can inset
where it’s been long dormant and thought non-existent

in the patterns of old mats we sit on
my generation finds its paradigms
and our renaissance in the colorful gusto of sowing the new
and that’s enough
but only if today is tough enough to work though superfluous stuff to
seek
ask
knock
climb out of God’s hand
up His arm to His face
to feel for the joy of His smile and the vibration of His voice
to swim upstream the valves of His heart
looking for its beat
to look from His breath in this skin
and see the millions of children with glory inside them
waiting for us to pull it out
with articulate personification of passion on purpose on the platform of Christ.
I’m therefore moved
from my slough beyond what I have and through who I am to my hunger for more God
who is more than enough