Just Weight

The balances are delicate;
striking and tipping and
striking and falling
in deep enough to keep waiting,
living for the moments
we are each other’s counter weight,
each other’s perch,
each other’s harmony
and song of songs
when devotion sings
and selflessness outweighs pride,
humility offsets righteousness
and we sync ourselves to
the striking balance of delight,
the just weights of sacrifice.

Color

I am not a short thought
in the mind of God.  I am
not all light and love.

I see the red-winged black birds,
sentries above the bramble.  Do I
stand guard, do I block the light?

I do not hold together in one piece,
see how my love lay filtered out:
patience, kindness, mercy,

and the sediment:
pride, anger, judgment.
My cup is not clear,

but see the cloudy drink
break the light into color:
whose light breaks that does not shine?