coconut oil smells
strong and soft on my dry hands
summer on my skin
The crack in your voice
When I asked if you were well
Hear, in quiet McCosh
A straightened stair sighing for
Students' carving weight
Published in the class of '92 notes, March 2021 edition of the PAW.
A good empty
Free
Finding their wings
Just like me.
(Insert photo of empty robin's nest here).
My J's crook wound like a lollipop
Like a fine-toothed comb was my E
True, each of my Ns had one hump only
Yet there was not one of these, but three
(I have never known when to stop,
can’t you see?)
Little girl by the shore
waiting for God to send
A message in a bottle
Cross the ocean blue
I am empty
I am empty
I am right where I belong
There is someone who can carry
The weight of unwrit songs
I am small but I am listening
all day long
Spread open the Bible
Right there on my bed
Taught that His breath fills
The book from end to end
The crucible for silver
The furnace for gold
I am empty
I am empty
I am right where I belong
There is someone who can teach me
a wordless song,
Where there is Spirit
there is an indwelling
when he comes we will
start the truest
storytelling.
He covers me with his pinions;
He cradles me in his love;
My Lord, he has dominion,
In this world and above.