A Recollection of Heaven?

There are things I can’t explain but I know in my heart to be true, the things I can’t define but neither can I deny.

Are they, as Plato says, the recollections of my soul, my recollections of heaven? For somehow the divine has been experienced for I long for it. Maybe as I was knit in my mother’s womb by God Himself?

Elevator Stories

If you offered me the chance to enter a refrigerator, suspended 16 floors above ground, trapped inside with an old bald man who begins and ends, and peppers his phrases with the word “f—“, such as “F—! I can’t f—ing smoke these f—ing cigarette f—ers!” I would decline.

But here I find myself in an elevator experiencing exactly that.

August 22, 2008

Don’t know where to start
I don’t have a clue
Too much in my head
Things I thought I knew

Options all removed
Backed against a wall
Strength has failed again
Bracing for the fall

Don’t know what comes next
Can’t see past the hate
Trying hard to trust
Learning how to wait

But in you
Is everything I need
And with you
Is where I want to be

I will rest in love
And rely on grace
Put my hope in you
Give you all the praise