What is the truth? That the Gospel doesn’t change you, clean you, mean you will feel any different But the truth is It will push you, thrust you, disgust you About you And you will be the least. Say the truth Which you can’t speak So you won’t say But every day it plays On… Continue reading Say the Truth
Once upon a time, I asked a group of teenagers, What’s wrong with the world? Now that may be a bold question for kids who have a limited experience in our world. But surprisingly, they had lots of answers. As you can guess, for a Lutheran youth group, they were baffled at the general disregard… Continue reading The Authentic Self, Why Christ is a Symbol of Hate
There are some questions that we never knew people would be asking. It is even more strange that we are now baffled to answer such simple questions like, what is a girl? But, I think we have realized that this is no longer a simple question. What IS a girl? And how do you teach… Continue reading How To Teach a Girl Who She Is
Her heart hurt. Not because she was physically sick, or injured. Her insides felt heavy and sad. Caught in a lie, destroying the trust of her friend. Acting like an immature child, she was so disappointed in herself. She knew her words had not been not truthful. She knew her hands were doing wrong. Most… Continue reading Drink the Water
Blank words stuck Under the tongue Inside the gum I chew and meditate The words. Regurgitate. I taste too late Guilt aftertaste Harsh reprobate She’s spoken in my name I knew better It didn’t matter My words had scattered From the top-down tower They didn’t bow Or Blink or bother The Father or His breath… Continue reading Prophet
Intensify After my dream Looping in heaven Crashing to earth Drinks on the beach But cycles teach my hopefuls to die. Why is it easier to remember than to forget? One thing I remember Is everything dies. So Did it die? Or is it just sleeping? Or is that my hopefuls Again beating the horse.
From the beginning the poems began. All good things lay there. Yet no one wants to go home. To what end? We all return to the master. But my problem is His mercy Because my life breathes in The in-between. The flavor between the drink The silence when my heart’s not beating The tingle between… Continue reading Living In-Between
She daily grasps to control the uncontrolled. Cleaning from the anger. Organizing out of frustration. As she scrubs and puts away, the sweetest and most accommodating is fighting for her life. So her meaningless tasks must become meaningful. Or else the truth of her day-to-day is only glorified busywork. And the truth is demoralizing. Why… Continue reading Domesticity Masks the Demon
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
Silent Night. The moment before a sound. When a word was yet unspoken. The terrifying anticipation of what will be heard, and what will go on unsaid. It was the dark second before there was light. It was the shadowy instant in the Garden when the newborn sinners hid. It was the endless night where… Continue reading Silent Night
Cindy Koch 