Day is over. Night sometimes comes quickly. Is the short quiet dusk that scares me the most. We know it must come, we watch the sun sinking minute by minute, second by second. Breathing in the cool air of the evening, enjoying the rest descending from the heavens, admiring the vibrant colors of the closing… Continue reading Goodnight
Hangs there. Invisible to the eye who looks upon. Heavy upon the chest of those who breathe it. She tries not to inhale that quiet air that she cannot see. It stings the back of her tongue thickly swamping shallow into her lung. Drowning in the quiet air, gasping at the hidden tears bleeding down… Continue reading Quiet Air
Some of us see it all at once. Lost, blind, dark, and suddenly there was light. Blinking and overwhelmed with the beauty, looking more intensely bright from the former dungeon. What was evil and hidden, He brought to light. What was sinful and wicked, He transformed and renewed. Some of us can even point to… Continue reading The Boring Path
Turning sideways, no one could see the little hole in the hem of her favorite dress. Sometimes the other kids would make fun of her when they noticed her clothes up close. Not always clean, not always in the best shape, she was painfully aware of which posture to take in each of her three… Continue reading Un Thankful
She skeptically held that tiny fruit. It was glittering and glistening in the fresh morning sun. Not a single blemish, the jewel-toned color made her mouth water. She imagined that first taste by the sweet fragrance of the unknown delicacy that was just inches from her lips. Pausing for only a second, she wanted to… Continue reading He Was With Her
Some of us are tortured that we don’t have the right words. Some of us are terrified that our actions don’t live up to our beliefs. Some of us even second guess what we know is true and real. Some of us are drowning in the midst of the sea of life. Some of us… Continue reading Prison of Prayer
The invisible wall of generation usually keeps me on my side of the courtyard on Sunday mornings. Right after church, however, the central coffee station is a hustled mixture of young and old. And there the coffee flows, not quite quick enough for some of us. Waiting in line, we pass friendly smiles and sweet… Continue reading Patient Discontent
In the middle of the night, that’s when I fear unlove. Whatever light shone during the day, its not guaranteed that it will come back again in the morning. I wonder on my pillow if I did the right thing, said enough words, made my warmth accessible enough to you. I wonder in the darkness… Continue reading Conquering UnLove
Of a new creation. Where one was built and spoken. Delivered after the one that already was. The afterbirth is not born alive. It is what previously sustained life. Before. Not for its own life. But after the birth. What must be born, what must be expelled, what must touch air without life. Without even… Continue reading After Birth
Cut it off Pluck it out Rip and tear Muted word Count the cost of it’s life Its too precious, Oh, my precious Silver and gold and pearls Slobbered inside pigs’ jowls Dripping sticking Toss it Or hold it inside Treasured up Keep and watch and wait Don’t let the breath stay sitting still Too… Continue reading Dot. Dot. Dot.
Cindy Koch 