come closer

come closer.  

come into this.

you are quite the beauty.  if no one has ever told you that before, know that right now.

you are quite the beauty. 

there is joy in how your mouths dance with your teeth.  

your smiles 
are simply signs 
of how sacred your life actually is.

He made you, and He was happy.  
you make the Lord happy.

come into this.  

come closer.

know that something softer than us, but just as holy 

planted pieces of Himself into our feet 
that we might one day dance our way back.

know that you are almost home.  
come just a little bit closer.

there are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplates.  

gentle sparrows that ache to sing.

come aching hearts,

come soldiers of joy,

doormen of truth.

know that my heart was too big for my body so i let it go.

and most days, this world has thinned me to the point where i am just another cloud, 

forgetting another flock of swans.  

but believe me when i tell you that my soul has managed to squeeze itself into such narrow spaces.

place your hands beneath your heads when you sleep tonight, and perhaps you will find it there,

making beauty as we sleep, as we dream, as we turn over.

when we turn over in the ground, may the ghosts that we have asked answers of

do that turning,

kneading us into crumbs of light and into this single thing called life.

come into it. come.  

you wooden museums, 

gentle tigers,

little giants.

I see teacups upside down, glowing across your grins.

your hearts are like my hands. 
some days, all they do is tremble. 

i am like you. 

i am like you. 

i too, at times, am filled with so much fear... so much fear. 

but, like a hallway, must find the strength to walk through it. 

walk through this with  me.

through this church of blood, bone and muscle that is ours. 

there is a doorknob that is glowing. glowing like chants before you. 

grab it, turn and pull.

step through. 
back straight, chin up, hearts loud. 

walk through this with me.  

walk through this with me.

thank you.

~Anis Mojgani

An Everlasting Rock

Aaron and I went hiking yesterday. It was such a beautiful day. Blue skies, warm air - bright, brilliant sunshine! It was lovely!! The plan was to head out to Alpental at Snoqualmie and do the Source Lake hike. We'd never been there before and Aaron had heard from his boss that it was a great hike. I imagined hiking in the heights of the Snoqualmie mountain area. We were excited to get started.

As we arrived at Alpental, we weren't sure of the exact route to get to the trail head. Aaron took a turn that led us down a narrow road toward Denny Creek. As we wound our way down, the paved road took us over a bank of rock that kind of creeped me out. I imagined huge rocks cascading down the mountain in an avalanche, breaking and crushing everything in its path. There was no way a person could survive that type of disaster. The first question in my mind was: "Is it possible for that to happen now?" And then: "I don't want to be here if it does."