Radically Happy

Why? / Why the rush? // Do I need oxygen myself? / Cannot I just go with the flow? / Am I afraid the other blood cells / Won’t do the job correctly / Or on time?…

This battle / Is not an exile / But our honeymoon…

But before / I can recoil in disgust / He gathers them in His hands / Compresses the charcoal / Breathes upon it…

He says: “Relax” // I am afraid / The tension will tear me apart…

The veil between heaven and earth / Is not yet torn down / But it is pierced…

As I evaporate / They breathe me in…

What I thought / Streets and alleys / Are arteries and veins…

He raises me up / Like a beacon // I stand on His hand / Like a torch…

Just because / He is on my side / Doesn’t mean / He is not on yours…

If they look back at me / 
And I see the Father in them / 
Then I know it is safe / 
To make them dangerous…

And those who hate God / 
Roam the streets / 
Preying on the unwary / 
The desperate / 
And each other…

Not only / 
Can I talk to anyone / 
It will translate / 
What they mean / 
From what they say…

Buried treasure / 
I cannot see it / 
But I can feel it…

He marches through bronze doors / 
Like they were paper maché…

“I know / What if feels like / To be a king / Who cannot control His subjects / To be a father / Who cannot control His children…”

I see Jesus / With my heart / Instead of my eyes // I see all of us / Like Him…

It is hard / Not to look back / In concern / For my falling comrades // But I must obey / And can help them best / By focusing on Jesus…

A local sees us playing with the bikes / 
And suggests using the rocket-powered ones / 
Analog, solid rockets with manual fuses / 
Because nobody should trust digital…

No longer just a figurehead / 
A lightning rod / 
Drawing the storm / 
Into Himself / 
And us…

The armor / 
The stone / 
They had worn / 
Which protected them / 
Which was killing us all…