oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
this me I call myself
I loosen my grasp
and fall into we
the flow in which
we all rush river fast
and meander river slow
full of rocks and weeds and twigs and fish
algae and tiny insects
skimming the surface of the stream
me dissolves
well-disguised narcissism
resolves in I-Thou
the collective us
I carry you
you carry me
no matter the color of your skin
or reproductive organs
or who you sleep with
or the way in which you know god
the animating force of life
enmeshed, embodied, emoted, ensnared
and transformed
what grace thou art
when self bows down
at the feet of other
and tight-fisted opinion
washes the soil of hate and pride
from both our toes
and we are made new
in the clean, cool river
“I Thou” – Melissa Kircher
when everyone around you falls
away
and darkest hearts
ruin your day
when fires burn out
and applause fades to gray
when the vibes are getting you down
I’ll seek you out
add my light
find your crown
when friends and foes
start to look the same
and doubt fans the sinister flames
when kingdoms burn
right to the ground
I’ll add my light
find your crown
when sunrise halts
and demons play
when love and hate
twist round and round
I’ll take your hand
drag you out of the bounds
remind you who you are
find that damn crown
don’t hide your face
don’t second guess the way
you know your heart
go on
add your light
you know what to say
“Add Your Light” – Melissa Kircher
time goes by
and I
see all the reasons why
you and I
are in each other’s orbits
lessons learned
retinas burned
waiting for you to change
don’t stare at the sun
they say
but we do anyway
because we’re babes pretending to be grown
and we’ve both known
it’s not you, it’s me
hiding
from all I’m meant to be
and this is what we call
a relationship
two people rubbing elbows
and they don’t know
they are each other’s salvation
and not
weighing in
on the past that’s oh so present
no, that’s not what I meant
oh wait, yes I did
now I know to love you
like lovers do
became my own darkness spilling out the light
“Orbits” – Melissa Kircher
she lost her heart to the broken sky
and the crooked beams
that fell from the moon
she lost her soul
to the jagged edges of the wind
and when the fall trees rustled
hollowly clearing their throats
the green spring branches
wrapped their hands around her like a cloak
and healed all the bleeding pieces of her love
This misfit place
with its strange little freaks
the isle of the weird
the home of the geeks
I’m often alone here
though, sometimes I’m not
a friend will come calling
never someone I’ve sought
an oddball, a loner
someone peculiar, like me
then I look around and realize
how we’re all crammed together
just so different, but the same
on an endless blue sea
“This Misfit Place” -Melissa Kircher
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[liminal]
where life-blood has dripped out
and not yet drawn back in
the winter, where things die
but not all the way
though they crack and bleed
and look to all the world a blank canvas of white
something grows
deep and hidden
germinating while the cold wind blows that cuts right to the bone
when hope seems lost
and bright color just a memory
a tiny emerald bud bursts through the loaming
it has been there
this whole time
on the cusp of being
it’s simply that
change is a process
death and rebirth
and the long slogging in-between
“Liminal” -Melissa Kircher
we are
the authors of our own souls
choices pressing
decided at
the whim of a gust of wind
conclusions
crazy
wonderful
the bloom of new life
springing from gray matter
dark energy turned green
we are the committee
the judge and jurors
what glorious freedom
in the creation
of a thousand indispensable breaths
Committee Meeting
-Melissa Kircher
Picture and Poem created in response to the “We Are The Committee” Robcast episode by Rob Bell.
there is this deep laugh you do
when unconcerned with anything but
the absolute delight of the moment
it’s not pink
or sparkly
it doesn’t wear a tiara
or wait for a prince
guttural, from your belly
blue eyes alight
you laugh
like a middle-aged trucker
or a tipsy Irishman finishing his punchline
when you laugh like this
awash in pure essence
fully yourself
not girl
not daughter
just you
I know God exists
and that we are meant to find this world
hilarious.
Nora’s Laugh
-Melissa Kircher
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