Tuesday, June 18, 2013

i want to be the moon

i write poetry. it's what i do. and it's a gushing of sorts, a ripping of my soul wide wide open and exposing myself in a personal way to eyes that don't even know me save for the words i put down here. 

and there are parts of me that i want to just display so proudly on the wall of this little sacred chapel-circle we have built together, but i refrain and i hold back. not in a bad way, per se, but in a way that ponders things deep within. 

speak us a song, they clamoured, ceaseless. sing to us of all you know.
and she opened her mouth and gave all He had.
Light :: Life
{storygram by me, property of dramaticelegance}

and i started yoga three weeks ago yesterday, and i started storygrams a week ago today, and these little parts of me are slowly chipping away from the scarred marble and leaving something that is so painful and so breathtaking that i can hardly bear it all inside. 

and it's bursting from my fingertips with head tipped back and mouth open in a scream of something so glorious. a birthing, of sorts, because He promised that He bring something so beautiful through the pain. 

 i look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, 
and i wish i could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine 
so you know 
that there’s nothing but light when i see you.
:: shinji moon :: 

i refuse to ignore the Light. after all, how could i with the way it beams into my eyes and whispers in the most brilliant beams, I am here, daughter Mine. and it's baffling to me how i can feel something so powerful and so deeply and yet be utterly helpless as to how to put it into words. 

oh how i need You
oh how i need You.
:: all sons and daughters

rarely do i write and weep at the same time. but tonight, in the darkness, i am writing here, and i am weeping. and it is so beautiful. because this past week has poured me out like a drink offering in ways that might be trivial to some but have been so wrenching to this heart of mine.

but there's something about this emptying that leaves room to be filled, and He is sinking deeper into the core of me and my cup is running over and becoming a pool into which i am diving. and there we are together at the bottom, where the whole world is alive and humming to the never-ending notes of Lion's song. 

shine Your light from the inside out
:: You are the Sun, i want to be the moon ::
{phil wickham}


  1. you (and your words) are so lovely.

  2. I can't stop reading this. It's just. so. beautiful.

  3. He does fill the room, the void, the space. 'Cause He's the One who created it in the first place ...


  4. there is def something to the emptying...that makes room for the filling...and hey, i like poetry too...and letting it all out on the page...what is storygramming?

  5. This is lovely my friend. I'm with Brian, what is a story gram? I'm clueless too.

  6. me too! i want to know what storygramming is too :) friend? your words are full of worship. you enter into the presence of God when you write poetry. it's beautiful.

  7. "I refuse to ignore the Light." Love this and I with my friends above want to know more about the storygram. I read it several times and it was compelling.


I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon