Heartburn

I jog today with extra weight

the image of a blank screen

stalker deadlines in the bushes

and a mound of expectations

like a high pile of clumsy gadgetry

that only slips when I try to climb to the top

and the cords keep wrapping around my ankles

and pulling me down like evil seaweed

the world feels like it might be caving in

but I know You too well to believe it

and I listen for Your truth in the first song

in our little love story soundtrack

"Is this the new fear or just another fright?

Is this the new tear or just another desperation?

Is this the finger or just another fist?

Is this the kingdom or just a hit n' miss?

A misdirection, most in all this desperation

Is this what they call freedom?

Is this what you call pain?

Is this what they call discontented fame?

It'll be a day like this one

When the world caves in."

("The Blues" by Switchfoot)

I bring it all to you

the weight

the ache for You to fill in my blanks

running to catch You in the wind

or following only fast enough to see You turn a corner

I didn't sign up for a one woman show

I need You

in every assignment

every moment

every word

every syllable

breathing You into their ears

until it tickles and they have to choose

"What can I do with my obsession?
With the things I cannot see
Is there madness in my being?
Is it wind that blows the trees?
Sometimes you're further than the moon
Sometimes you're closer than my skin
And you surround me like a winter fog
You've come and burned me with a kiss
And my heart burns for you
And my heart burns . . . "
("Obsession" by Delirious)

all I can do is pray
for Your words, not mine
to feel You surround me like a winter coat
and burn me with a kiss
because my worst nightmare is that it's just my words
and they are so few in this moment of fear
so my few empty words cup like a bowl
waiting on the Spirit to pour in
writer's block paralysis
from heartburn
for others to know You
or come back to make the angels sing
louder than my ipod

"There are many prodigal sons
On our city streets they run
Searching for shelter
There are homes broken down
People’s hopes have fallen to the ground
From failures
This is an emergency!
There are tears from the saints
For the lost and unsaved
We’re crying for them come back home
We’re crying for them come back home
And all your children will stretch out their hands
And pick up the crippled man
Father, we will lead them home."
("Tears of the Saints" by Leeland)

tears and sweat drops meet
in V's and Y's and hold onto each other
until they hit the pavement
like the two halves of me
meeting in the crux of
full doubt in myself and
peace in Your arms when I fall

like Peter sinking in the waves

and calling out to you
arms that lift me back up
and increase my pace
with the rhythm of the next song

"Complexity haunts me for I am two men
Entrenched in a battle that Ill never win
My discipline fails me, my knowledge it fools me
But you are my shelter, all the strength that I need
It's my will, and I'm not moving
Cause if it's your will, then nothing can shake me
It's my will, to bow and praise you
I now have the will to praise my God."
("My Will" by DC Talk)

I can hear my breath gasping
but there's no pain
only me smiling like an idiot
flying through suburbia
with no concern for communal proprieties
unaware of anything but You
a child running on the playground again

"Here we are now with the falling sky and the rain,
We're awakening
Here we are now with our desperate youth and the pain,
We're awakening
Maybe it's called ambition, you've been talking in your sleep
About a dream, we're awakening
Last week found me living for nothing but deadlines,
With my dead beat sky but, this town doesn't look the same tonight
These dreams started singing to me out of nowhere
And in all my life I don't know that I ever felt so alive,
Alive"
("Awakening" by Switchfoot)

The blank screens flash back in my mind

along with the blurred faces

of all who need to find You

the steps start to feel heavy again

that stitch in the side begins like a little flame

but I refuse to slow

because I'm not relying on my strength alone

boot camp training for the real battle

of sitting back down

to face that white rectangle head on

"Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin

Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart

Train the monkeys on my back to fight

Let it start tonight

When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground

Falling down like broken satellites

Let your love be strong,

and I don't care what goes down

Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud

Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your sky's

All that I am hanging on, all of my world resting on your love."

("Let Your Love Be Strong" by Switchfoot)

the confidence gets overzealous and crosses the line

from free-flow faith into scheduled checklists

determined robotic item completion

the drill sergeant is back with my raging voice

reminding me of those stalker deadlines
and the shrinking clock

tick tock click

the next song begins to makes me smile

an old favorite love song

Cody added when I wasn't looking

but again I listen for you . . .

"Sometimes, I get so tense

But I can't speed up the time

But you know, love, there's one more thing to consider

Said, woman, take it slow

Things will be just fine

You and I'll just use a little patience."

("Patience" by Guns N Roses)

Guns N Roses . . . who knew?

and I grin as I turn a corner

You have my attention

You have my faith

You have my heartburn

but I still need Your words

all I've ever wanted was to bring more of You

from up there to down here

so people can reach out

to touch You, see You, know You

to share You

but I'm feeling tongue-tied
so You start with the words

of my own prayer

as the next song fades in . . .

"I need a sign to let me know you're here

All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere

I need to know that things are gonna look up

'Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup

When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head

When you feel the world shake from the words that are said

And I'm calling all angels

I'm calling all you angels

I won't give up if you don't give up."

("Calling All Angels" by Train)

and I turn the last corner into the tree tunnel

the route back to my front porch

back to the blank screen

back to the calling

with old songs in the ipod
new truths in my mind

like Your water on my fiery fears

and I know the words will come

because I won't give up if you don't give up

and after 2000 years

I think we both know

You'll never give up on us

so neither will I.

"After they prayed, the place where they were meeting was shaken. And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly." Acts 4:31

"Henry Fonda was still throwing up before each stage performance, even when he was seventy-five. In other words, fear doesn't go away. Self doubt can be an ally. This is because it serves as indicator of inspiration. It reflects love, love of something we dream of doing, and desire, desire to do it . . . The counterfeit innovator is wildly self-confident. The real one is scared to death." Steven Pressfield

The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles

"God, who knows the heart, showed that he accepted them by giving the Holy Spirit to them, just as he did to us." Acts 15:8

"This question of meaning of being, and dying and being, is behind the telling of stories around tribal fires at night; behind the drawing of animals on the walls of caves; the singing of melodies of love in spring, and of the death of green in autumn. It is part of the deepest longing of the human psyche, a recurrent ache in the hearts of all God's creatures. So when the messages, Listen to the silence. Stay Open to the voice of the spirit, and Slow me down , Lord, came, I was forced to listen and even to smile . . .The Holy Spirit does not hesitate to use any method at hand to make a point to us reluctant creatures."

Madelaine L'Engle

Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith in Art