As the Deer Panteth for the Water

Today I was praying: God I want to need You like I need water or breath. But how unconscious our desire of water and breath are! We only notice them in their absence; in fact we only truly desire them in their absence. In my relationship with God thus far, I have learned one thing for certain: God cannot be contained by anything, especially not by any solitary definition. God is my breath certainly, and my water. But He is not limited by thee roles. What would I be but a presumptuous jailer if I tried to keep God from being anything more to me? He permeates every need and every desire. His role is the fulfilment of all of them not just one. He is breath, bread, water, friend, father, mother, lover, reprimand and comfort. Or at least He should be.

Really Almost More of a Poem Fragment

Thoughts Like Shoving My Finger in a Pencil Sharpener

They take root

Clutching my pelvic floor

Extending upward

And outward

Stretching past my fingertips

And branching into the air

As I wave my arms

Desperately to sever

Every creeping tendril

Forming an intoxicating canopy

Like a willow weeping over me

A Tentative Poem

Please criticize. The title is uncertain and very changeable.

When I Meets Me

I swallowed myself up
A fish down by the riverbed
A fly flying over my head
I watched myself, I stalked myself
Flying alone above my head.

I flew above the grass and reeds
Fellowshipping with the trees
Alone and free and buzzing down to see
The fish swimming in the clear, clean water.
The shimmering silver of their fins beckoned me
Hundreds of glimmering badges of conformity
Lower and lower I flew entranced
Until my feet were stirring the water.
As I looked a fish broke away
From the homogenous sheet below her
A fish I didn't recognize but
I somehow seemed to know her.
She opened up her monstrous maw so widely
And suddenly I was drowning
No air, no light and liberty only
To fling my fighting body against the blackness.

I swallowed myself up
I, a fish down by the riverbed
Me, the fly inside me dead
The objections in my belly stifled.
Sinking swiftly I join the swimming school
Quietly shimmering, glimmering just like me.