Danger

Poetry

I long to fall in your arms
As the wind blows across my face
And I am anchored mid way by gravity
I trust I would return to you 

I wish to fall and break into pieces
Moping as you put me back together
and we'd laugh at my childishness
I would kill for your arms on me 

I want to melt on your shoulders
I want to hear that it would be okay
Even when I already know it would be
It sounds better when you say it

Promise me that you would catch me
Because needles have been placed where cushions should be
Bitterness ambusing where love abode
and emptiness found where nets should stay 

This game is a game of trust
I have been hurt many times before
As I make my way back down to you
Catch me as I know you can

Moses

Poetry

I am tired of 
Seeking burning bushes in thistles 
Holding my staff to Red Seas
Casting rods expecting serpents
Raising my arms to invoke locusts

I am tired of
Stubborn Pharaohs and heartless foremen
Grumpy followers with wearied belief
Bloodied door posts and darkened cities
Dead children of grieving hosts 

I am tired of
Wormy manna and disobedient men
Forty years around a spot
Bitter water and striking rocks
Milk and honey hidden by dust

As I view the next horizon
May my hope not be deadly poison
The walk of faith has made me sore
As I leave my comfort zone once more
Let the promise land be where I fall

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