With the writing of my soul,
a release: the earth sighs
the winds swirl again
© Meisaan Chan
With the writing of my soul,
a release: the earth sighs
the winds swirl again
© Meisaan Chan
How glorious it is
to know the names of the trees
and streets and birds singing,
where the feet can find the way home without asking
and do
© Meisaan Chan
I wait upon the Lord to act
and then the Lord does
and waits for me to act
and then I do
and wait upon the Lord to act
© Meisaan Chan
Increase my remembrance
of your steadfast love
© Meisaan Chan
Injustice rarely disappears at the first pass;
if it did, there’d hardly be any injustice
© Meisaan Chan
In my sliver of a moment
a breath, a turning, a remembrance:
You
please catch me
You
© Meisaan Chan
It is tempting to rely on your hiking poles upon the arduous ascent
but remember that your legs and glutes are stronger:
that the most obvious is not always the most efficient
© Meisaan Chan
Blessed is the one who can hold religion lightly in the hands:
its depths are but the gateway into mystery,
and at its end the mystery continues
and continues infinitely
© Meisaan Chan
Being who you are is a death to who they want you to be:
But resurrection! Resurrection!
© Meisaan Chan