How slowly I began to numb over –
as how ice freezes over a deep lake:
Not all at once, but it starts at the edges, moving inward
until all was frozen over, and then thicker, deeper
yet even still, beneath the universe of ice,
liquid water, waiting, hoping
© Meisaan Chan
Praise feeds in ways that food cannot;
work as you must, but do not neglect to praise
© Meisaan Chan
You are so beautiful, my love, says the Lord
and the ways you struggle to love me make me love you more
a miracle – that Infinity can love you more! –
That is what you do to me
© Meisaan Chan
I enter this world empty-handed
and empty-handed I leave it
saturated with God
© Meisaan Chan
What is my life for?
It is not for riches
It is not for power
It is not for prestige
It is not to go to the grave being right;
It is to go to the grave praising
© Meisaan Chan
I am yet larger:
Remember this
© Meisaan Chan
Authenticity is what I want, says the Lord;
transformation comes when I work with clay
not its image
© Meisaan Chan
I am not my race.
I am not my income.
I am not my education.
I am not my culture.
I am not my body.
I am not my identity.
© Meisaan Chan
My body fears me
and I fear my body:
Break this death, O Lord
© Meissan Chan
Curving toward the center 