1oo Words: 25

364Z71GTHR

At 25 I still rage against the lover.

I still drift and wonder and run.

I still forget grace and think I have to pay my own tab.

I often think I’ll one day get there.

I’ll one day not need the blood.

I often believe that lie: saved so that we can one day not need the pierced hands.

Lie.

Age may not mean we need the blood less.

I’m not sure it works that way.

I’m not sure things work as mechanical as we want them to.

Grace and holiness and the promise may be more of a dance.

 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Grama says:

    Happy birthday,Dave!hope you have a great day .As to this blog, I think I could write the same thoughts at 75.Thanks for verbalizing themn

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s