A Song I wrote tonight

I’ve seen the snowflakes fall on Jerusalem
I’ve seen a change fall over the hearts of men
 I’ve seen the old men wand’rin while the young men die
Leveled mountains try to reach the sky.

 **
 Darlings run while their sweethearts cry
Dreams forgotten turn their faces high
 Coasts we knew turn and wave again
And the deepest woods pull our hearts to them

**
But we are the stately few
We run amok
as the Titans do
Our hearts are longing for our lightning days
for ancient zephyrs to take us all away

 **
We’ll come again in the harvest sun
Conquer the fears of the lonely ones
 The sprites and the pharaohs have passed along
Their dust has paved all the roads we roam

not worth forgetting

There are certain things I don’t think I’ll ever forget. The word for water bottle in Hebrew, because I was thirsty on a dig and the Israelis I was working with told it to me. The word for bucket in Hebrew, because on the dig, every ten minutes everyone across the whole site was yelling it so we would do a line tossing the buckets up to where they could be emptied. You don’t forget things that people yell about and throw at you. Hadassah Rosen. 5 years old. Poland. Holocaust victim. Heard her name in Yad Vashem, the Holocaust museum in Israel. Major impact. 5 year olds have been killed many times. The impact goes on and on, we pray, regret, remember, and hold out hope.

Excerpt from my most recent support update letter...

I love being in service here with my brothers and sisters, but I am so excited to go for His glory. My dad’s been talking about how we are all to be goers or senders for missions, and when that gets mentioned there is a great stirring in my heart to be the one who goes. As much as I am enjoying this stage of my life, working with the kids, meeting new people and reaching out, serving here in Florida, I have a great love for what God is doing around the world and truly desire to use my giftedness in Spain. When I get to do photography, I feel like I am doing something that I was created to do, but I have a longing to use it in conjunction with ministry. I am still awed that God has set up this opportunity to serve Him and spread His name among the nations with media. God is truly abundantly good.

As Christmas comes, I’m meditating on Isaiah 53. It’s always amazed me how this chapter was written so long before Christ, and yet could have been written from the foot of the cross. John Wesley said that when he heard the Gospel his heart was “strangely warmed.” That is what I feel when I read this chapter with its rich promise of a savior. In the spirit of Thanksgiving past, I am overwhelmingly thankful for my Savior, and as I look forward to Christmas and celebrating the fact that God was moved by mercy and love and became a man to die for me I am particularly drawn to these verses.

Out of the anguish of His soul He shall see and be satisfied;
by His knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant,
make many to be accounted righteous,
and He shall bear their iniquities.
Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the many, 
and He shall divide the spoil with the strong,
 because He poured out his soul to death 
and was numbered with the transgressors; 
yet He bore the sin of many, 
and makes intercession for the transgressors.
(Isaiah 53:11-12 ESV)

They are a promise to those under the old covenant that redemption would come, to us they testify that Jesus’ work will triumph, that he WILL be satisfied and have His portion…a people for His own possession. This encourages me so much as I partake in the local church, worship Him, and look forward to serving Him in Spain. 

life

bought by the king
my conquerer sings
blood bought and protected
majestically saved
the old one's been broken
but still I hear his dying screams of
lust and fear and apathy
i fall to its sound torture often
but less and less as i get
closer to my maker redeemer's
joyous arms full of
peace and grace and satisfaction.

What is the color of repentance?

So they say black is the color of mourning and that joy comes with the morning. What then is the color of repentance? My best guess is that it is all the colors of the entire journey from the darkest midnight of grief to the most ebullient of sunrises.

Sometimes

Sometimes I get hungry for the beauty of a wild coastline. I want to get lost in the fog and stand there with the cold wind blowing in my face. I need the fierce beauty that is terrifying but still so full of overwhelming joy that the smile on my face will grow into a shout full of wonder and awe. I am overwhelmed that the God who created such a dangerous loveliness has reached inside my heart to make me His.

thirsty

i'm desperate for your mercy
i'm hungry for your grace
i'm thirsting for your righteousness
come and turn my faith to sight

Journeys of Discipleship

Discipleship is truly all about God making you like Jesus, about sanctification, about how God is working in his people to continually reconcile them ALL to Himself.

Today I want to talk about several discipleship relationships I have been involved in over the course of my walk with the Lord. Some of them are formal, where we actually said “I want to meet with you for the purpose of discipleship,” some were more informal, and in those, so much of the time that we got together was spent in encouraging each other to run hard after Christ, be satisfied in Him and pursue His righteousness.

I believe that is the true purpose of discipleship, that it is part of the mission of the church, to bring each other to maturity in Christ. To LOVE each other in that direction.

My earliest and most constant discipleship relationship is with my mom, Myra. As I get older I see a lot more of the ways in which we are alike and I am so happy to see that. I blame it mostly on her constant involvement in my life and commitment to loving me the way Jesus would have her love me. Many people assume that discipleship is getting together and going through a book, and while we have at times done that, with tea and chocolate handy, so much of what I consider her discipleship to me is just her living her life in a way that glorifies God while having me around.

Something that I think she has done a wonderful job with is not giving up on being in my life, even when it was hard. In my early teenage years, for some reason it was incredibly hard for me to communicate with anyone, and anytime she tried to talk to me about anything serious I would end up crying and upset. She didn’t let that stop our relationship though, she got a journal and we would write each other back and forth about what was going on in our lives and what I was thinking and she would encourage me through that. She knows that often when I am up against a tough decision or some difficult circumstances and am not responding correctly, that I already know the truth, and the right way to respond, and that the best way to encourage me is to point me toward Christ and give me lots of hugs.

God has made her not afraid to show when she fails and she has demonstrated how she runs to her savior in these times and how to rightly treat other people when you have failed. I believe that this sort of transparency is incredibly important as we disciple and are disciple. As I have grown from just being her daughter to being her friend, God has allowed me to encourage her too, and I am very thankful for that.

Although my mom has been such a wonderful influence in my life, God has brought others along in my larger family, the church who he has used in my journey to love me toward Christ.

When we lived in Vallejo there was a woman named Deana, she is about 5 or 6 years older than me, got married at 18, has two kids and a husband in seminary. Though our lives to this point have been very different, all through my high school years we always connected and I always felt that I could come to her for encouragement and that I wouldn’t be judged for my struggles. We both were “officially” meeting with other people, but she was always someone I connected with. She took time to be interested in my life and listen to me. When I came back from two years away at college, she and her husband had moved ministries to our church’s college group and neither of us were meeting with anyone. She was still available to just be that encouraging presence for me and so I asked her to disciple me.

We started getting together and planned a book to go through. Although going through the book was great, the thing I appreciated was that she was not going to hold onto some program, but really try to be the encourager that I needed when I needed it. There were many times when we got together that we would just talk about our lives, pray, cook together, or take her kids to Costco. I appreciated that she was willing to just have me in her life and let me see how someone in a stage of life that I hope to one day be in loves Jesus. She was transparent, her kids were crawling all over us, it was real. She had things for me to pray for her about just as she prayed for me. She didn’t set herself up as an authority over me, but pointed me to the word in a loving way and was always interested if I knew something in an area that she didn’t. I learned a lot about how discipleship is a mutual encouragement.

God used her love, listening, and life experience to help me break a pattern of sin in my life. I was at a point where a sin was really disrupting my walk with the Lord, I was very depressed, and even asked God if He existed, because I saw my sin and knew how unworthy I was of a love like His. I was pretty broken and I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. I was tired of knowing the sin in my heart, but feeling like everyone around me was doing so well. Deana AND my mom knew something was going on, but both of them continued to love me and pray for me faithfully, even though I didn’t know it. God brought me to a point where I confessed my sin and doubt to Deana, fearfully, not knowing how she would respond, but I didn’t care anymore because I was so tired of it. She lovingly listened to me, let me cry, told me that she had struggled with the same thing before, prayed for me and pointed me to encouragement from the word about God’s love for me and His forgiveness. God gave me joy through that, and that led to even telling my mom about what I’d been going through and further healing. They didn’t judge me, they loved me and pointed me to the cross and the love of Christ as the answer for pain and sin. I knew those things, and I was saved, but this showed me how God uses people in His church to encourage others and help with growth and repentance and pointed me back in that direction. We are all equals in our sin and in the grace we receive, we are to show this to others when they fall and love them as fellow recipients of restoring grace.

Not too long after this, while I was serving in our church’s junior high ministry, God brought a girl in the ministry who wanted to start getting together with me for discipleship. It was a big answer to prayer, because while I wanted to be involved in discipling, and I do believe there were people I was involved with unofficially in this way, I wanted it to be at someone’s request. I wanted it to be because I had built a relationship with someone and they saw that it would be beneficial in their life. I didn’t want to try to manufacture that with someone. A discipleship relationship requires trust and transparency and if someone has no prior experience with you that shows them this, it’s most likely not going to work very well.

So we started building our relationship and she asked me if I would start meeting with her! This was a very different experience for me. I knew that I didn’t want to be fake, I didn’t want to set myself up as an authority in her life, I knew she already had Christian parents, so she didn’t need that sort of figure in her life. I just decided that my role would be to encourage her, love her, and point her to Christ. Basically I wanted to do for her what Deana and my mom had done in my life. We started meeting and it was one of the most rewarding experiences I’ve ever had. Not because I felt like some great spiritual mentor, or that I was God’s great gift of wisdom to her or because we made it through a lot of books or anything. We didn’t make it through a lot of books, we started a basic theology book and got through about a chapter and a half of it in the whole time we were meeting. I often went to our meetings feeling like I was empty, like I had no idea what God wanted me to say to her, like a bit of a failure because I didn’t have some great thing planned to teach her. This of course was all silly, because God was working on my heart and He wanted me to share my life and the things he was teaching me with her.

I fully believe that God wanted me to KNOW how inadequate I was, because he was graciously teaching me exactly what she needed. As I met with her, committed to listen to her about her life and encourage her to love Christ above all, the answers came. I usually felt like I was maybe half a step ahead, because usually the advice she needed was something I had been struggling through applying to my own heart that morning or the night before. I had to face my own conviction in order to give her the encouragement that she needed. And it was hard, but I needed to say, “Oh, you’re struggling with an issue with your parents today? That’s funny, because I was really upset with my dad about basically the same thing this morning and this is what I need to do to be right with him and with God, and we’re in the same boat, so this is what we both need to do.”

That transparency was so important. I learned that we can’t set ourselves up to be some great Christian role model, because God will humble us until we remember that we are just sinners who He has loved. When he uses us in someone else’s sanctification process, it is really just another part of ours. I am so thankful that I have seen my dear girl, my friend, grow so much through the time that we met and even since then. She is such an encouragement to me, when we met, it usually just turned to praising the Lord for his goodness and for who he is. I truly believe that helping someone see the glory of a great God will change their hearts and lives.

I have had less than positive discipleship relationships. I have seen others have someone attempt to “be their discipler” but not be willing to be transparent. I've seen some who want people they meet with to only see the parts of their life that they have under control, but unless they can see how the grace of God is changing your life, how will they grow in that? Others expect “their disciple” to trust them with the deepest heart issues without wanting to really be involved in their life more than an hour a week. I have seen some who listen to issues and then give out 5 verses and expect the disciplined disciple to come back better next time. I have seen lots of people attempting to disciple others through a very academic process, assigning papers and books and books to memorize, though what the “discipled” needed was someone to see that they were struggling with school and with loving Christ at all.

A revelation that struck me while I was writing this all out is that, even though these experiences happen, God is the one who in ALL my experiences is discipling me. He is creating the heart of a true disciple and believer and in his sovereignty He gives relationships that may not be ideal, but which are used to show us pride in our hearts and to make us grow. So even though these may not have been the way I wish they had been or think would have been right, I am thankful for them.

I thank God for his process of conforming my desires to his and that He has allowed me to be part of His church, using others in my life, and using me in others’ lives. This is how he makes us grow.

Excerpts from my update letter

              This year has been a whirlwind in so many ways. I finished my photography degree, took a trip to Myanmar, moved to Florida with my family, and then God brought this opportunity to serve as a missionary! I am so humbled and grateful that He would call me to go do the things I love, photography and video work, in His service. It is such an amazing opportunity to further His kingdom in Spain. 
                I keep going back to the fact that God is in control of when I get to Spain, He will do it in His timing, and I am happy to wait on Him for my support and trust Him to provide it how He wants to. I feel that God is constantly teaching me to humble myself and put my trust in Him for everything. I fully expect Him to teach me this for the rest of my life. I know I have just begun, but I have already seen Him provide from unexpected corners. In The Chronicles of Narnia: the Silver Chair, Aslan tells Jill that she must keep ever watchful for signs of the way that He is leading her. Like Jill, I am striving to be vigilant for the signs of God’s grace and His mighty hand.

               I’m learning to lay aside my expectations of how He is going to work and just watch for the signs of His grace in my life. It’s not the easiest journey, but it is a good one.

Life thoughts

when you despair because 
we are so unworthy of the calling
remember, it’s ok,
because this life is not about us,
it’s about Him who is just
and our justifier
and He knows the extent of our unworthiness
far better than we do
yet He calls us anyway
and sets His love upon us
and commits to carrying us through
til we see His face 
with our eyes, not just faith
and He will have His
spotless bride.
And He just wants us
to surrender
to His loving arms
and 
hunger and
thirst
for His
righteousness.

journey

can we waltz in the rain

on this dark windy night

find the cold where it’s hiding

and turn on the light

there are evergreen shades

and sonderous hues

of a monstrous potential,

a cessna’s eyeview

spin through the skydrops

and fall through the woods

eat up the moonbeam dust

drink of the air

fly past the brandywine

into the east

dive through a comet trail

find us complete.

favorite place

I’m craving my favorite place in the world.

I didn’t really know it was my favorite until more recently as the time grows that I’ve been away from it.

It is in the hills above the Sonoma Coastline. It begins at a large secluded house set away from the world. Separated from many things by woods of redwood trees and little towns full of hippies and coffee shops and bookstores. Part of why I love it is truly from those things that put it away from the world. Because you can go back toward normal life and get stopped by those storybook lands and realize that you still have respite lost in the fog. 

It is quiet and then sometimes birds fly out of the mist and my little brother runs by yelling and waving a stick at some imaginary foe. 

Minutes away is a river that winds to a cold, gray, wild and wonderful sea. Most people love going to the beach for sun and relaxation and palm trees. My love affair with the sea is different, we meet at the shore, I am scarved and blanketed, surviving each other. The haunting wildness is something that I will never forget, that calls me back. It lends itself to writing and reading and music and love. And leaves you aching for a strong cup of coffee. 

The hills above this coastline are tall, but not indomitable. I have been lost in their woods on the way up a trail and finally emerge out of the gray to see the fog lift and the gold of the hills is free to beam at the sight of a rare bluest of blue seas. It has a sky to reflect and so it trots out the hues: turquoise, aqua, ultramarine, that it must hide in the depths or keep cloistered at its edges most days.

My favorite place is magical. It is quiet. It is God-breathed. It is wondrous.

cask amontillado - poe inspired POE-try

if i killed you with my eyes
would you die a thousand times
farewell to lies no more regrets
when you're silenced by
a thousand miles of anger

we told each other lies
the kind that're spoken all the time
like i'll always be your friend
and i'll love you to the end
as if time could be forever


i'll lead you down
down to the end
i'll lead you down
get my revenge
amontillado method zero
burying hatchets with a mortared wall
who cares if you confess at all.

shipanchorstorm

tsunami

black black wall

tearing into all the streets

it's a nightmare riding

on your vision caster's dreams

if we all fall down 

will the invitation stand

it's a mighty water raging

and it's never turning back

an old note to self

It’s crazy sometimes what we go through to just realize what we should have known all along, that God is the point. 

He will bring you to the end of yourself, until you’re broken and worn out, and have no more of your own strength to try to use as a crutch.

Then in your broken state he makes your heart contrite and takes His praise from your lips, and then impresses you with how great his love and mercy and patience are in letting you come that far.

Worthy is the Lamb.

today...

Today I tried my hand at sea

to swell with tides and sink between

the foam and ebbs and all that teem

so gently turned and still careen

to lift me through the ombre breen

and finding shallow depth at last

i kissed the sun and flip turned fast

desert victory song

This is our desert victory song

When the lamb's come home 

And the war is won

We can sing while we dance

For the lion has come

And he ate all the death

so we're singing along

Somethings, or why do mountains always have valleys?

It would be nice if emotions could be like the continuity that is found in the hills surrounding Jerusalem. They not only surround Jerusalem, but everything is a hill. Sometimes in life it’s as if the higher you climb, the steeper the descent, and sometimes the longer it takes to make it through the next valley. It is comforting to know that the love of the Lord knows no descent, His passion for his glory is ever consuming, and that includes His love for us.

“As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the LORD surrounds his people, from this time forth and forevermore.” - Psalm 125:2

This is my story, this is my song

I grew up in a home where the gospel was consistently proclaimed and constantly lived out. From a very young age I was memorizing Bible passages, learning songs of praise to the Lord, and gaining a lot of head knowledge dealing with the Bible, God, and how He would have me live. Although I knew these things, it wasn’t until I was six years old that the Lord really brought me from knowing as  fact that Jesus died on the cross, to realizing that I was a sinner who deserved eternal punishment because of my sin against the Lord and that putting my faith in His death on the cross to do what I couldn’t do was the only way for me to be saved. Even at that young age, God brought me to repentance, and I begged him to save me. I remember a week when every night I would be so afraid that God had not actually listened to my prayers, and when I was put to bed, I would beg him over and over to save me. My mom talked me through knowing my assurance in the way that God had changed my heart to desire Him and from that point on, God was faithful to begin changing me!

 That He had really worked in my heart was evident in my conviction of sin, in my desire to read my Bible, and in my new responses to the proclaimed word when my dad (who has always been my pastor) would preach. I remember, at six years old, listening to a sermon on the throne room scene in the book of Isaiah and being in awe of the holiness of God. This is an attribute of His that I am still incredibly moved by and love to think about.

I was baptized when I was 7, excited to publicly declare my allegiance to Christ, and God has been faithful to consistently work in my sanctification. With each new year, and with stages of maturity He has taught me and impressed upon my heart new things, and I am so thankful that He is committed to my sanctification.

This sanctification process has not always been easy, I have had times, some more memorable to me than others, where I struggled with whether I truly believed in God and this was mostly born out of seeing my unworthiness to be His as He revealed more of my sin to me, but God brought me to my knees and answered these questions with Himself and I saw how firm the grip He has on my heart is. And I know that it was never anything in me, but solely His grace and powerful love to me in my sinfulness that accomplished my salvation and declares my justification.

The things that He has most recently been impressing on me are convictions of the importance of being an instrument to love people all around me, and how crucial this is to my witness and ministry, that we have been so loved, that we must be showing this degree of love to others. Another thing He is impressing me with is the importance of this love in and amongst a church body, and being committed to the Bride of Christ and loving each other in our communities, striving for maturity in our Saviour together.

I love the Lord, He has heard my voice, my prayers, and has a love that will not let me go. 

kickdrumjuggernaut

i want to hurtle through

the night just like a

dervish spinning juggernaut

strapped to the belly of a 

dragon, beasting past the 

spatial patterns

streaming at the 

speed of light 

a hyper-prismic

plot conundrum

falling through the

nightmare's hunt

and screaming out a

lover's tune

the kickdrum looks like fire when

the beats ignite my heart.

love song

curl up in the palm;

The palm of my hand

A shadow will cover 

the tears on your face

the shadow my wings

will cast to protect

My love is your keeper

my faithful love stands

a guard for your back

to safeguard your way

the lions of peril

may make your steps weak

But fear not the night

because I never sleep.

A story i'm writing...

                She glanced out the window toward the bay, her bread bowl steaming with a chowdery smell. She came here every three days when living alone became something too hard for her to bear. She toyed with her iPod for a few seconds before selecting a Jonsi song to people watch to. The funny thing about people watching to music was that there are so many rhythms for walking. No matter what music she played, there was bound to be a vein of sightseers whose inner rhythm synced with her iPod.  Some days all the portly businessmen seemed to be stepping along to the beats of Usher’s Yeah.  Other days it was the expectant mothers who appeared to be marching along to the Orinoco Flow of Enya. Today it was the groups of young college students who were exploring Fisherman’s Wharf, hoping to see the seals, scurrying to the beats of Animal Arithmetic.

                She did not people watch simply for the amusement of imagining them dancing, it satisfied something in her heart, or some other deeply seated integral organ. The pangs of loneliness had begun in her early teenage years, when her small group of elementary friends had, by no fault of their own, drifted apart. At that point in her life there had always been a social event to be a part of, a way to pretend that this loneliness was not there. When she realized in eleventh grade that almost no one was walking to the same inner rhythm that she was, her kind nature had glossed it over, but there were pockets of despair at this concession that cropped up from time to time. Having reached her twenty-third year, living on her own in the big city, pursuing some dream of either her making or early childhood’s grooming, these pockets came with more fierce rapidity. Surely there were other people that felt the same way about the same sort of things! In such a large city, she could not be the only one, or at least she hoped. The people watching was a band-aid to a gash, assuaging the pain only in so much as it stopped her bleeding out.

                The chowder shop was only one of her preferred venues, it was often full of people speaking other languages and let her sometimes imagine that she was in some village near Hogwarts with the frequency of people dressed in odd costumes and foreign demeanors that seemed so magical. Another haunt of hers was the coffee-shop she loved, just on the edge of the Tenderloin. It made her feel that she was living a tad more dangerously, even if the only danger was that one of the homeless men that sometimes sat on the stoops as she walked in to the shop would be slightly more drunk than usual and call out to her. As she sat there, she would people watch, but due to there being less people walking, and thus less rhythms to measure, she would play card games on her computer, the suit played depending on the gender of the person walking in to the shop or by it.

                Sometimes she thought of things from her songs, like wishing the Beatles would “look at all the lonely people” like they did in Eleanor Rigby and find her among them in a special verse. Perhaps then others would take note, and she would not end up “darning her socks in the night when there’s nobody there.” But what does she care. Most of the British boys who passed her on the wharf or in the street didn’t have the compassion of John, George, Paul, and Ringo. If they did, the world would definitely be a kinder place.

                Occasionally it was Jakob Dylan’s crooning with the Wallflowers that God Don’t Make Lonely Girls that made her scoff. Not only was the boy in love with a stripper--who may have been lonely, but surely had plenty of company--he was not going to fix her loneliness; he’d be back with Josephine from the track before in no time. But such thinking was just depressing. She’d sooner try to pretend she was part of the book club that sat near her on a Tuesday at the coffee shop. She was as well read as they were, probably more so. A Picture of Dorian Gray was something she could relate to, a person who on the outside appeared together, but whose secret self was something far distant from anything a passer-by might think.

thoughts i thought in myanmar

In a second I was 

Over the pacific

Lights of the city behind

San Francisco 

Love of mine

Lost in the foggy black sky

-----

I looked out the window of this giant bird

And stars hung stately, strung in space

My heart contracts and breaths grow short

And tears Unwilled appear

Beauty begins to stop my heart

I, creation, fly with stars

----

The skies are dim with the promise of dawn

But the lights down below show the journey's begun

-----

The land below, the clouds above

Above the clouds a mountain range

It rises blue through lighter blue

And breaks the cloud's cool coat

-----

Fields of mirror plates showing the sky

Rivers like boas that ate too much food

Snaking the curves til they meet in the sea

Road and pagodas and water and trees

-----

Fires of spires 

Breaking the sky

Mirrored monastics 

Are walking on by

Ancient and neon

Mixing in light 

the age of the Buddha

And time of the night

----

slip slip slipping

Fish fish flopping

Kid kid screaming

Splash splash splashing

Fish market teeming

Like a school of fish

----

Place of robes but not of light

Children running through that night

"Mai Savannah", My Savannah

Claimed by children as their own

Love and laughter finding me

Dearest moment, duty free

----

Serendipitous Internet

Instagram views

Breezes from engines

And Lin-Lin shines too

----

I've known this grace of which you speak

It's deeper far than any sea

A love, a light, a comfort rare,

My greatest sorrow all He bears

----

Rivers on land like lines on my hand

Crooked and snaking and crosshatched with trees

Yangon and Mandalay, Inle, Bagan

Journey adventure, an airplane's eye view

---

The biggest injustice is grace for our sins. 

The greatest mercy mission was Christ  coming down.

-----

Learn to cry for the sins of the world

Have faith that His light can conquer every darkness

Pray for the ones who can not see

There's only one who never fails

----

Sunflower turn their faces to the sun,

You turn your faces away from your gods 

When bowing down to worship

But I, I stand before my king

And gaze at his beautiful glory

My eyes are opened

My heart is full

You transform me

And make me pure

----

How will we ever reach the ground

How will we ever land this bird

Our wings are so big and the earth is so small

We're soaring, cloud-sized, won't come down

----

Orange flowers orange earth

Orange feet from orange dirt

Bands of green and patchy creams

Azure sky and buffalo tracks

----

Water tracks and almost home

Sun kissed feet and joy in heart

Herons flying overhead

Hyacinth along the way

----

Heart in hand and eyes alight

Paper airplane hand tattoos

Flying round the sky and room

Dancing through the clouds and life

Loving, laughing, finding joy

Living out my days for Him

Going into all the earth

Fin.