loud little lines

open heart surgery
said her scar
two melanomas
said mine
car accident
said his
barely escaped with my life
such delicate jagged lines
stories of pain
memories we’d rather forget
impossible reminders
no one warned me
how years later they twinge
as if touched by a new knife
how sleep suddenly flees
at ghostly terrors and pangs
fresh survival
it’s not when we get there
it’s how
it’s not how we get there
it’s if
if you must speak, whisper 

intent

the wind is running riot through the pines
colossal swaying giants
but i stand
the rain is tormenting the rhodys
helpless failing leaves
but i stand
somehow the stream of life flows on
loves, losses, and breaks
the taste of coffee at day's dawning
the unseen scars of words said
the wind in my face on a fall day
selah
His faithfulness unfathomable
my understanding so limited
on the cusp of tomorrow
still i stand
uncertain, unsure, longing for hope
what wreckage left by wind and rain
help my unbelief