Friday, June 26, 2009

Summer night run

Leaving the house I quickly become the night,
my body warm and white, blending with the dusk.
Water hangs in the air, holding my breath,
lungs foolishly requesting it back.

Air rushes past, convectively driving away heat,
my Reynolds number laminar, sub-3000.
Sweat pools on my brow,
a dam set for catastrophe.

Venturing into my eyes, the brine wakes me from my reverie,
eyes focus through the pain, on the asphalt ahead.
The street lights flicker on as night falls,
falls like my footsteps as I pass into the distance.

Acclimated to the heat, lungs purr and arms sway,
and perspiration rises from my pores like a flood.
Legs churn past rows of houses and slumbering folk,
I arrive glistening and spent, completely fulfilled, first shirtless run.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

To the guy...

that melee'd me in the face tonight with his nerf gun at Zomb, drawing blood and giving me a nice goose egg: You are naughty.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Cinci update: ramblings

It's raining and thundering and lightninginging right now, which makes me giddy. Adam and Rachel were married tonight despite the weather, and I pray that their road together is long and storied. Those things are wonderful, but my time in Cincinnati is currently at the forefront of my brain.

This was my sixth visit to Cinci in as many years, so I knew what to expect generally, but I couldn't have known what God would accomplish this week. The small group that Justin assigned me to was the 8th grade/Freshmen guys, with him and Cam. The guys didn't really know each other that well, with a few exceptions, and I didn't know them either. Throughout the course of the week, were were able to have some good discussions. This was especially surprising, since not only were the other guys unfamiliar, but these were guys either entering or just finishing their first year of high school. I know when I was that age, conversation and sharing were not high on my list of things to do. I'm not sure that would have happened without the power of God.

This trip was bittersweet. Justin will be leaving for Pasadena (Fuller Sem.) in August. It was likely his last trip with us to Cinci. I know that he is going on to bigger and better things, but I'm going to miss him a lot. He and Dawn have been with us for five years now, and he's become a powerful example to me. I'll probably write more about Justin in later months.

During the course of the week, and painting and such things, I was able to hang out with Wiechel quite extensively. We made some very inappropriate jokes, and had a good time putting some paint on walls. Prematurely of course. "I'm a hip-hoppapotamus and my lyrics are bottomless." "Did Steve tell you that? Steeeeeve!"

Though I didn't work with the kids this week, I was able to see Bruce and Jonathon. Bruce didn't talk much when I sat by him, but it was good seeing him and the other kids that I got to know last year. I don't know if we can ever know the impact we will have, but I am confident that the seeds we plant are nurtured and God will do good things with these kids.

It just doesn't seem like the right time to blog about this, but I will risk sounding silly. I might update this with a more concise and cohesive report later. Right now I just want to sleep.

Saturday, June 06, 2009

It says it in every detail of your face

"Up, M'Lady--Pack your things, this place is not your home.
Nor was it ever, sever every tie, tonight we ride. Tonight we ride."

I can't say enough good about Thursday night. First, I got to hang out with two friends that I really enjoy (oh, Steven and Josh too!), and La Dispute & company always put on a fascinating show. The opening bands have been high quality lately, haven't had to deal with a Three-esque band recently. Oceans just blew me away as well. The instrumental bands they bring with them are just awesome. They've had Lights at Sea with them before as well, those guys know how to play. Native was great as usual, they always manage to top themselves in energy and quality.

Night washes over the hushed bodies,
frames draped with expectation.
The lights dim and we jostle for room,
moving as one, tonight we ride!

We are become the song from his mouth,
singing back one hundred fold.
Sweat begins to fall as we close in,
there is no room to breathe, only move.

Pain is forgotten as the lights flash,
well-being imparted, and voices lost.
A large family united by common joy,
he screams in my face, I scream back.

Like it began, the moment is ended,
they are once again men, for the time.
Sopping, we cool quickly in the chill night,
Prufrockian sentiments we have not.
Slurpees we do.