I come out here to get away, and sit
in the quiet noises of the neighborhood –
lawn mowers, power tools, birds, barking,
and greetings of power walkers on the road –
or the muffled sound of the kids fighting inside
I come out here to sit in the warmth
of the sun and unconditioned outdoor air
There are moments when
I feel ready to fly away from
the tyranny of human systems and
the tyranny of my body
the tyranny of this seen universe.
My mind wonders about and
my soul longs for
greater beauty and knowledge and
the pure system of Jesus Christ
the Kingdom of God
which I am convinced is
new every morning, so to speak,
if there are mornings there
Jesus. Jesus Christ. Jesus.
I repeat his name over and over again in my mind.
Condemnation arises and I fight it with the name of Jesus.
Jesus. Jesus Christ. Jesus. Jesus.
I voice the Christian cliché as if I know it.
I express these truths because I heard them from
Abraham and Isaac, but I never
wrestled with Him myself.
