I have never met myself.
I see a child, a teenager and a young man.
He was born a preacher boy and learned to keep things to himself.
He was born a preacher boy and learned to keep things to himself.
Ornament
He sits in church playing with his mother's necklace, while the preacher tells him it's a sin.
Having Eyes
He rides the bus with his peers
and feels the eyes on his thin frame, crossed legs and quiet introspection,
and he learns to cherish it.
and feels the eyes on his thin frame, crossed legs and quiet introspection,
and he learns to cherish it.
Dissonance
I hear the passion as he tirelessly plays the piano, fascinated by the taste of discovery in his ears.
Sparrow
In the midday sun, he feels the metal rooftop burn his skin.
The charm of discovery leaves a bitter taste in his mouth after hearing her sharp disapproval.
The charm of discovery leaves a bitter taste in his mouth after hearing her sharp disapproval.
His Season
He wears his Sunday suit with his camera and a flower and questions the wicked emotions that he feels.
Unbaptized
He feels the cold water on his skin and intensity of the silence,
and wonders if this baptism will wash away his sin.
and wonders if this baptism will wash away his sin.
Incarnation
And now, he looks at me, and he wears the sin he wrestles with.
But some memories can't be forgotten, and some sicknesses can't be healed.
If you look at me and see an abomination, then you too have never met me.