Thank you Sara Paye

This is for the weird girls.
This is for the little brothers.
This is for the schoolyard wimps
and for the bullies who tormented them.
This is for the kids
who draw outside the lines.
This is for the Fellowship players
and for the midnight kayakers
who are trying to fly.

SHAKE THE DUST.

This is for the professors
who at times
cannot be understood
because they speak half English
and half God.
This is for the rocks
and for thise who venture to climb them.
This is for the dish-washers
and for the bathroom cleaners.
This is for Camper Jim.

SHAKE THE DUST.

This is for the nighttime cereal eaters
and this is for the fart jokers.
This is for the one
who does not yet know where home is.
This is for the liars,
the cheaters,
the stealers,
and for those who wrestle the enemy
for truth.
This, this is for you.

SHAKE THE DUST.

This is for the student who holds down
six classes just to
hold up their family.
This is for the slack-liners,
and this is for the van drivers
carrying a million broken hymns.
This is for the weepers
and this is for the healers.

SHAKE THE DUST.

This is for the ones we fight for.
Do not let a moment go by without
knowing your belovedness.
Pray every time you stand
for your hear beats thousands of times a day
and there is enough blood
to make you an ocean.
Do not settle
for letting these waves settle
in your veins.
No.
Take this world by it's clothespins,
hop on, and take it for a spin.
Jump off
and do it again.

SHAKING THE DUST.

Do not let the night
sit heavy upon you.
Walk into it, breathe into it, let it
crash through the halls of your arms
like the history of questioners coursing
so that you may combat the darkness,
kicking it until it spills daylight.
Angels will protect you and lift you up
in their hands
so that you will not strike your foot
against a stone.
And i hope that when the Fisherman
invites you to join Him,
you do.
For all that pushes and pulls for you,
pushes and pulls for him, too.
So screw up your courage
to the sticking point.
Let his grace be the words on your lips
and the movements in your hips.
For the heavens and the hells
through which Christ has lived,

SHAKE THE DUST.



Written by Sara Paye
Inspired by High Sierra
Some words taken from Anis Mojgani, Homer, Bono, Luke the Evangelist, and the Fisherman
Scripture reference: Luke 9:1-6, Matt. 10:13-15, and Mark 6:10-12

perspective

I live in southern california.
The weather is mild.
except tonight.
I know some of you who come from places with more extreme conditions will scoff at this, but tonight, my friends, we had some gnarly winds.
These winds knocked on my door numerous times (twice I got up out of my chair and opened the door thinking someone was outside, only to be faced with the invisible man.)

I LOVE this though, even if it means a short power outage and dust in my eyeballs.
I am so sick of heat.
Give me these get-out-of-bed-at-the-last-possible-moment-because-I'm-so-cold mornings.
Sweep my doublewide off the ground and take me to Oz.
I'm oh so done with sweaty pit days when no amount of deodorant will help.
I want to wear contacts because it's raining, not so I can wear sunglasses.

but more than that, I want to be content with where I am.

why not?

once i was in a 15 passenger van, rolling down Mission road in Kodiak, Alaska. As the other passengers and I were discussing various topics of life- love and happiness, old friends and new, Candice Laurent asked "what's she bloggin' about?"  and as i remember that moment, i justify my latest conformity. Candice, this one's for you.