Draw Time
a poem
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedDraw Time—draw real time.
Not the moving hands of a clock
or the cells sluffing off
or even the passage of winter, summer, spring, and fall lost.
Draw time—draw real time.
Not the fourth dimension
in which we three-dee creatures pass.
Not sand slipping through the fingers of an hourglass.
Draw time—draw real time.
A Kairos to your Chronos.
A circle to your line.
A place that is so delicately thin—draw time!
Nights spent too quickly with friends.
A grave of death , a door to resurrection.
A season of grief, a season of joy.
The ice cream cone that makes me feel like a boy.
A repetition of days and nights long passed.
The echo of a future that will not last.
Draw time.
To remember.
To forget.
To speak of things not yet.
Draw Time.
Of gods and deep, and creation.
Of crosses and empty graves.
Of tongues of fire coming night and day.
Draw time.
And Brahman wakes from slumber,
and we are nothing but it’s dream
and we are dreamt 10,000 years all over again.
Draw time.
Become aware
of what you are
become asleep that you may start
to let the subconscious speak
and tell you what you are made of
and tell you, when your world ends, there again is love.
I am in the process of becoming a community chaplain with The Order of Hildegard. This program is designed to help form people into spiritual leaders that lead and serve from the margins. It’s for the people who don’t quite fit with the traditional church because of trauma, disability, or identity. If you, as my community, would like to help me fulfill the financial obligation this chaplaincy program has, you can give at the link below. Thank you for the myriad ways you support me.
If you’re aching to listen for God in the real stuff of life—grief, wonder, doubt, desire—I offer spiritual direction as a space to breathe and be heard. We listen together for the Spirit moving in the ordinary, the hidden, the in-between. No fixing. No formulas. Just presence, honesty, and room to be fully human before God.
If that sounds like what your soul needs, I’d love to walk with you