AT A CROSSINGS

Minutes to Midnight

It’s only a few weeks before The Crossings Church: Collinsville will be opening its services to the people of Collinsville…

In Weakness

I will die each day

Hoping to crumble

Like stardust

Into the palms of heaven.

I will crush my body

In hopes of discovering

Boarded Up

I can see you’re boarded up —

your

broken

Over-Encumbered

I think I’m coming unfurled

Like a flag — I’m unraveled

A Christmas Lament

It’s lonely this year

Knowing your missing

This Christmas will pass

And without a word

Another year will unfold-

At a Crossings

Where was I before you found me

Lying naked on the floor?

I Cry Whenever I See You Smile

You’re more. More than this.

Flow

A tree does not decide how it grows -

The way the rings curl around

I Will Fight Because of You

Recently a class-mate from my high-school killed themselves. The class of 2011 is short one more graduate. One more voice has been silenced. One more person gone.

It’s hard — because I’ve been there. Not in it’s entirety. I know things are always more…