nathanael.ink

it is fair
to say home is unlike a lady
to say she is not completely a comfortable place.
it is fair to say I am not lonely
that I am justice, and righteousness
that the Christ I am made new
that I am unlike my body.

seems stern to make believe I am stuck.
seems aloft to talk like I am perfect.
but seems right to say
just as the scripture says..

this lens makes me glad, makes women attractive and celibacy a spirit’s daydream.
Bolton is epic, Groban dramatic. Sinatra like a walking like a pal with an ego big enough to carry us both through.
The ebb in Chopin and many a revisited symphony.. I feel class, distinction, lines don’t blur or become faded. not thin, but surely vivid.
..
time will come for me to whine more.. but not in this moment. this breath which is life at all, which is life in full. within life, and the absolute whole of it. if my span is ever relative to the another breath, then God may say “whine lap-steel, instrument yourself up to me”
but until then, I will fill my head with the truth of Scripture. the belief of a spirit, and strength of a Holy one.
deep in it I am an absolute.

dear God aid me to uncover and believe the truth of it. dear God uncover.