Walk on the dead-end road
only if you want to stop
© Meisaan Chan
You can dilute your time with me, says the Lord
but it will not be I who will be diluted
© Meisaan Chan
Sometimes the world pulls me out
sometimes I pull me out
sometimes my fear pulls me out –
it is a miracle that any progress is made at all!
And this, once accepted, leads to clarity:
Recognizing your presence at every step
© Meisaan Chan
The door appears:
Starving, I step through
meeting you
© Meisaan Chan
All that you know of me is but one facet, says the Lord;
one slight turn and all is foreign,
yet still I
© Meisaan Chan
Birch trees numerous as the cattails
standing white, standing brown
© Meisaan Chan
Even when you lead, follow, says the Lord;
especially when you lead, follow
© Meisaan Chan
Words of God: Rich, dark soil
Words of fear: Gravel filler
© Meisaan Chan
Wind on the water
the lake leans east
impeccable crumbles of shadow and light
impeccable spirit
© Meisaan Chan