Sentences #10

I make you in my mind.
I make you my ambitions and desires.
You unmake yourself.
You make yourself real.
I know there is someone beyond myself.
Because you, as you, are so much more.

 

Sentences #9

We used to walk on grass,
Through trees and glades.
Now we walk on concrete,
Through forests of glass and brick.
Things are harder now,
like corners and bodies.
The soft cannot survive.

 

Sentences #8

“Are you happy?”
“Yeah I’m happy.”
“Really?”
“No.”

 

We are inDivisible.
Every cell coNtains our whole being.
Yet cut apArt we die.

 

Sentences #6

The old monster rears his head.
Jekyll has come back to the surface.
I nurse him, hold him close, this version of myself.
His old securities shout, almost too loud to hear.
They drown out a quiet voice that whispers,
“You are a new creation.”

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Sentences #5

We are in each others minds,
Statues and graven images of others.
Fragments, never wholly formed, even in ourselves.

 

I severely dislike the TTC (Toronto’s public transit). Years of mismanagement both of labor, costs, and construction have left us a system that is rather unpleasant to use at too high a cost.  That said, there are benefits to riding the TTC.  I have recently begun using my all-too-frequent subway trips as an opportunity to read and write. Today’s trip featured the reading of Dietrich Bonhoeffer’s Cost of Discipleship and prompted this post.

After I recently discovered that I was reading far less than I would like I decided to look for opportunities to read that I was overlooking. Instead of just putting my headphones in and zoning, as I’ve been prone to do, I began to pack my bag with a book, my moleskine, some stickynotes, and my trusty iPhone. Armed with this kit I read and take notes while riding the subway.  I then write drafts of posts which I save to the phone, then the drafts folder on wordpress, before posting them here.

I heard that part of the reason that N.T. Wright is able to write as much as he does is because he has a car and driver in his role as bishop of Durham. I have a subway and engineer, and plan to take full advantage of this. Although I’m sure the smell in Wright’s car is more pleasant.

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Sentences #4

We are composed of Millenia.
We are the generations that went before.
Our very atoms existed at the beginning of time.
And yet, Life is far too short.

 

Sentences #3

I do not understand You.

And yet, I try to.

I write so many words, engage in so many arguments.

I read, both the words you inspired, and the words brilliant men have used to describe you.

I am unworthy to discuss your will as I do,

Undeserving, yet with a constant sense of entitlement,

As if my God should deign to my will.

 

Brand New Year

Well it is another year. Hard to believe that 2009 is now over. This time I’m writing the resolutions down. I’ve read enough people who say if you just think it you don’t do it.

I’ll throw the one resolution that matters to this sphere up here. I’m going to write four posts a week. I’m planning to force myself to find something to talk about four times a week, one way or another. Conveniently today’s topic was that resolution.

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