Monday, June 30, 2008


We touch the formidable thing
whose harness only exists when
we dream it, otherwise it
runs uncontrollable, pulling us along
as we grip its cords

I can no more tame it
than I can tame myself
it drags me into obscurity
perhaps infamy, who knows -

Perhaps taming's never the thing
to do with it; maybe it's not
meant to be a struggle
and maybe you were never meant
to steer it

Maybe you never looked to see
there's someone at the reins already
and He seems to know what he's doing,
and the thing is like a colt
turning at His touch

And maybe you're just supposed to hold on
let the fellow with the reins steer
and quit trying to take them
out of His hands

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Writing/artist's community

I've had an idea brewing in my head for a few years now about beginning a writing community in the spirit of the Inklings - C.S. Lewis's and Tolkien's group. I've recently been inspired as well by Andrew Peterson's Rabbit Room, which appears to be a kind of community exactly like I envision. It's a conglomeration of singer/songwriters, pastors, and writers who have teamed up to create the site, and use it to post updates about their work and comments about other artists they wish to highlight.

I have a mental shortlist of those who might be interested, most of whom I am related to. I'd love to hear from those of you out there who might wish to join this sort of community where we could share work, get feedback, let each other know about potential venues for our work, and encourage each other in our efforts. Would anyone be interested in such an effort?