Enchanted

This world is enchanted
Lean closer to see it
This world is enchanted
Dare to breathe it in

This world is enchanted
Lean closer to see it
This world is enchanted
Dare to breathe it in
Dare to breathe it in

O God,
Give us new eyes to see
Give us new skin to feel
Give us new lungs to breathe
The wonder underneath

Faith like a mustard seed
Holy naivete
To swim in your mystery
We need to be free
Free to breathe it in
Free to breathe it in
Born and born again

This world is transcendent
Lean closer to see it
This world is resplendent
Dare to breathe it in
Dare to breathe it in

through a glass, darkly

i don't know myself in these moments
they have strung together to make time pass
and still i am a stranger to myself
i would turn to you to ask you who i am
in these moments where i float in pieces
how can one who is broken
form words that are together
and i don't know what i'm asking for

feeling like myself seems a small request
surely this wilderness has a bigger purpose
than for me to say 'i know myself'

it is stranger still to be hidden
among things that display themselves so brightly
to make you feel at home
like you can see yourself reflected
in their familiarity
and know you are real

something unseen has clouded the glass where i normally see myself
and i'm surprised
to discover that it's harder to believe that i'm real
when i can't see myself in something else

burst

this morning the sun is rising over a bed of trees. its light is wonderfully veiled by clouds that blend in and out of the sky. each minute changes the way the sun reveals itself, getting more intense. ready to burst. it colors clouds that you wouldn't even know were there- until they shine a different way.
it is a glory too much for the eyes now. but so beautiful- so soft around the edges.
fog moves across the lake like a river flowing. the horizon as it comes to life is such a deep blue and purple. so soft that you want to lay on it. so beautiful you don't want to disturb it.
the sky is painted with texture.
soft and wispy like cotton ripped.
long and sleek like a painter's brush.
faint, intense, unobtrusive, like color that wasn't mixed well enough and snuck onto the canvas.
you can tell it's cold by the way the world looks today
every shade of blue and grey is here.
but not in a sad kind of way
they are perfect colors to let the sun shine
i want to watch the world awaken
to not miss the beginning of the day.