Saturday, May 5, 2012

Girls Are Relationally Stupid, Too

There are a lot of stupid things on the internet about how guys should treat girls. Some of them are true. Most of them, however, just need to cool it, because everyone knows every relationship is different. It's ones like the one above, though, that really tick me off.

I mean, read it. Do you see these? They're commands. Do this, Mr. Right. Do that. Don't do this. Don't do that. Right, okay, sure, every girl wants someone who knows when to shut up, but at what point do these commands turn into a long attempt to prevent every girl ever from getting hurt? It won't work, sadly, because that's just part of relationships. How will you ever know you have the right kind of guy unless you get to know what kind of person he is before you start dating him? I mean...call me old-fashioned, sure, but don't you think maybe there should be the getting-to-know before the romantic relationship? No wonder most marriages end up in divorce.

But I'm here today to dispel these sorts of posts. That's right men, disregard them! If you do all of these, it's not a relationship you're in, it's a dictatorship, and guess what--you're not the dictator. That's right, you're dating a dictator. Enjoy. Well, you know, if you're into that.

1. If your girl isn't comfortable with her body, or her clothes, or her face, or her hair, then yeah, you probably shouldn't make fun of her. But you do happen to be dating someone who is highly insecure. So rather than having her sink into her hole of insecurity, you should be working with her on building confidence. But don't just take my word for it, dudes...brains are sexy these days. Make some use of it. Personally, I don't think anyone who isn't comfortable with him or her self should be dating. But then again, I'm pretty old-fashioned for someone my age.

2. I am personally fluent in sarcasm, and if my boyfriend wasn't, then there'd be problems; HOWEVER, just because I can handle it like a pro (and, let's face it, I am a pro) doesn't mean every girl can. But again, I have to point out the insecurity issue. This girl's got problems. If you and your girl can't joke around and be sarcastic, there's something wrong, and it's not all you, kiddo. Granted, there is always a line, and you should probably know where it is. Sarcasm is usually intended to belittle others, so know where your boundaries are, and (because relationships are about sacrifice), you should probably know where her boundaries are, too.

3. Flirt with other girls? Flirt with other girls!?? Wait. I should probably clarify--are these rules for people who are in a relationship? Or is this for girls who like a guy who doesn't really actually know if he likes her? Because the difference then is HUGE! Monumental! Because if you're not in a relationship, boyo, this girl is off her rocker. Boys flirt. So do girls. In fact, boys and girls flirt almost instinctively. But you should know what flirting is if you're in a relationship and your girl says you're flirting. At this point, I hope she knows that you smiling and waving at a friend of yours who happens to be female is not necessarily flirting. Inviting her over for a sleepover, on the other hand, is probably out of the question. Have a little common sense, please. But you should always feel free to ask your girl what her idea of flirtation is, so (if you really love her) you can make some changes, or (if her ideas reveal her as a crazy jealous dictator) you can try to come to a compromise. If she won't let you talk to any girls, there's something wrong; but then again, if you're texting multiple girls pictures of your package, she should be dumping your ass.

4. This one I agree with. No excuses for cheating. Unless, of course, you're not dating this random stalker girl who likes you who you don't know likes you. But if you cheat on a girl, no matter how many times she takes you back, she can't trust you again. Cheating is my biggest no-no. I am a surprisingly forgiving person in relationships, but I learned that men seem to think that getting away with it once means they can get away with it multiple times. I think once is stupid enough. I'd never want any part of you near me if I'd know it was near another woman.

5. Sure, if you don't make promises you can't keep, she can't either. That's just a good idea all around. But of course you're gonna make promises you can't keep. You're probably gonna promise never to hurt her. Then you'll tease her about the accidental line of mascara she didn't notice, and she (who happens to feel particularly vulnerable that day, because for some reason girls have those days...I, personally, do not, but I also seem to be an abnormal breed of female) will be hurt, and look at you, bastard, you just broke your promise. You'd better hope she forgives you. Which, if she's any decent human being, she will.

6. "I love you," is a phrase that is readily used to mean something along the lines of, "I like you a lot, but there really isn't an in-between for like and love, so I guess I'll just say I love you, and then when I figure out that maybe that isn't love, I'm just screwed." Girls say it, too. It's supposed to be an alternative for, "I care about you," or "I feel like we connect on a level that I don't think I've connected on with another person before" (which, despite being horrendously constructed grammar, is probably accurate for you average people), or "I have no idea what love is, so I'm gonna say I love you because I have strong attractions to you." If people treated the words, "I love you" with more respect and had a little patience for relationships (which, I'm assuming, poor reader, that you don't, because most people don't), then they'd know that if they keep exploring their relationship, it's almost never love when you want to say it. I've had to bite the words back myself, to make it really mean something. I still haven't said it to my current boyfriend, and I'm fairly sure I've never had a better relationship in my life. Because I know that if I wait to say it, and wait, and wait, and wait, even when I really, really, really want to say it, that some day, maybe someday close, and maybe someday not so close, my lips will open along with my heart, and I will say NOT when I am full of emotion, and NOT when I'm trying to convince myself, and NOT when I'm trying to guilt-trip him into loving me, but rather when it's quite and unexpected, and I've been thinking and preventing myself from saying it for so long that I am absolutely positive that no other words could describe what I feel for him...then, and only then, will I say, "I love you." So if you don't mean it, and you say it, you'd better think of a really extravagant way of telling her when you really do, or else she'll never believe you. And you'd better hope she does the same.

7. Lies are a part of everyday life, unfortunately. But everyone knows there are different kinds of lies. You should never lie unreasonably, and if you must, you'd better hope it's worth more to you than your relationship, because that's probably what it's gonna cost you. She, on the other hand, shouldn't be snooping around all the time. Everyone knows relationships are based on trust. If you lie, she can't trust you, and you can't trust her not to be looking out for it, either. But girls lie, too, and no, their biggest lie isn't "I'm fine." It's usually something bigger and scarier than that. The "I'm fine," lie ought to be treated as if it was true, in my opinion.

8. Well, yeah, any person who is confronted with the truth should probably not deny it. Especially if there is undeniable proof. And to be honest, it won't matter if you deny it or not, she's dumping you anyway. She just wants you to admit to it, which, if you're a man, you will, and you'll accept your consequences and newlyfound singleness. And if you're a girl confronting your man about something, make sure it is undeniable proof. Otherwise, you might end up accepting newlyfound singleness.

9. They say pressure makes diamonds, but the fact is that you girl is not a diamond. If you're really looking for a meaningful relationship, you shouldn't pick a girl who can't stand up to pressure. Those relationships are always short-lived. I don't even know how it still happens, but it does. And don't let her pressure you--girls tend to make men the bad guys for pressuring them into physicality too soon, or, in less promiscuous cases, into deeper commitment sooner, in order that the physicality might happen on its own. Don't be fooled, though: women are the same. Girls, don't pressure your guy to say he loves you, or to be someone they're not. Don't pressure them to change their wardrobes or personalities, and don't pressure them to get engaged and plan the wedding and have a family by the time they've completed their teen years. I mean, come on! I feel like I shouldn't even have to tell you these things, kids--this is common sense! What is the purpose of dating? It is not to get to know each other. That should have already happened. You should know what each other are like before you date. You date to get to know each other on a deeper level than friendship. Seriously, is that really that old fashioned? Because last time I checked, those were the relationships not ending in total heartbreak.

10. Girls talk about guys all the time. Bitches. I will occasionally discuss female celebrities with my boyfriend. He and I both agree that Emma Watson is one good-lookin' lady. These sorts of issues come from insecurity--and I say again, if your girl is insecure, can you really hope for a meaningful relationship when all she thinks about is what people think about her?

11. There comes a time in every relationship when you talk about your exes. If you're smart, you won't have had many of them. If you're really smart, you'll be dating a girl who also doesn't have many of them. If either of you are any kind of mature, you'll have worked through your issues with the "last one" (rolly eyes, yes, yes), and will be able to discuss it. What you want to make sure, though, is that you really are completely over the last one, because if you haven't readjusted your world without the last one, you are not (NO, NOT EVER) prepared to be in another relationship. This goes for BOTH of you.

12. If you love a girl, why would you talk behind her back anyway? And if she's doing it, clearly you have some things you need to resolve.

13. If you ever change how you treat your girl in front of a certain crowd, there's a problem. If she, however, expects you to give her your full attention when you're hanging out with your guys, that is YET ANOTHER SIGN of insecurity. You are dating someone with serious issues. If, however, you're being a total jerk just to get a laugh out of your friends...or if she ever does the same to you (i.e. orders you around while she jabbers away at her friends), you should be wondering why this is. If your friends are putting that kind of pressure on you (that is, the pressure to be a dick to your girlfriend), you should question whether they're the kind of friends you want to have around, or whether they're really pressuring you. Maybe you're insecure.

14. This just doesn't sound like a healthy relationship to me. If a girl's really complaining about this, she is simply dating a boy who sounds better suited to be single. Possibly forever.

15. If you don't know why your girl is mad at you, ASK. Who does this girl think she is, saying you should just apologise? What? I know I don't apologise if I don't know why someone's mad. It's not obvious you've done something wrong. Especially if she doesn't tell you. If she's mad at you, and you don't know why, chances are A) she found out something that you thought you were safe not mentioning, B) she's overreacting to something you had no idea would make her upset, nor should it, or C) she is misinformed. The most likely cases are B and C, but A happens sometimes--but then again, you won't know until you ASK. So if this girl thinks that she can get away with being mad without having to explain herself, she'd be better of dating a doormat; at least they're made to be walked all over.

16. Break up jokes are for people with strong, secure relationships. This photo was clearly typed up by someone with a lot of insecurity. Have some discretion. Date someone who isn't so insecure. And girls--have a little backbone. Don't date until you know you can be happy without a man. Clearly most of these stem from insecurity, and nothing healthy can come from that.

17. If she is actually overreacting, you can tell her, but be cautious. She will not like it, because if she is overreacting, she (rather unsurprisingly, at this point) will continue to overreact. Yeah. Don't feed that fire. I am prone to this, and when I am told that I am overreacting, I get so furious that I hyperventilate. But that's beside the point: the point is whether or not she really is overreacting. She will tell you what she is overreacting about, but you have to figure out why it is causing her to go rampant. This requires delving ("we have to go deeper..."). Ask questions (yeah, I know, right? Seriously, if you can't talk to your girl, she's not a girl worth having). People answer questions. It's what they're meant to do. People in stressful situations become calmer when they are asked questions. It's science. Look it up.

18. Seriously, this is a very insecure young woman. It also just proves the power of women, and the fact that we (women) know about the power of other women. Which is why images like this one shock and amaze me, because they blame men for all their issues. What? Whaaaaaat? Anyway, even if your girl claims that "It's not that I don't trust you, it's her I don't trust," clearly, she doesn't trust you to keep it in your pants around another woman. So really, it is that she doesn't trust you, which is something that should be addressed immediately. I don't have to worry about my boyfriend, no matter who he hangs out with, male or female. Neither should you, and neither should she. In fact, you should be more worried about her.

19. You should know when it's acceptable to make excuses and when it's not. If she doesn't tell you something is important to her and you forget it, she really can't blame you. If she does, you're pretty much screwed. If she forgets something, you bet your sorry ass she's gonna make excuses; she shouldn't expect you to be any less forgiving than she is.

20. Despite popular belief, men and women both do and say hurtful things when they're angry--not just men. And I can guarantee women do it more often, too. This is actually, I think, a rampant problem in relationships today. Girls are very into storming up and confronting you about something that makes them angry by immediately lashing out in attempts to make you hurt in any way possible. And if there's one thing girls instinctively know how to do, it's hurt. So yes, she's right in saying you men shouldn't lash out in anger, but she's being incredibly naïve if she thinks girls should get away with it.

So to sum it up, here are some tips:
a) Get to know your girl before you date her. And I mean, don't even think about dating her until you pretty much have already decided to marry her (exaggeration, don't panic). But if you don't get to know her and trust her on the friendship level, it's gonna be a bumpy journey getting to a good relationship, and about halfway through, you might find out things that make you wanna turn around and run, but you'll be in to deep, and now you'll have no choice but to hurt her, and she sure ain't gonna make it easy.

b) Make sure she knows her value, and make sure that she's the one telling herself, not you. If she can't stand on her own two feet without you, she's never going to be able to support you, either. Healthy relationships require two independent people. If she can't stand herself without you telling her constantly how valuable she is, then her value depends entirely on your presence, making not her, but you the valuable person. You're actually decreasing her value by catering to her lack of independence. You're crippling her potential. And if you can't stand yourself without her, she's doing the same. I'm not saying dependent people can't be in love and have good relationships; but I am trying to say that a relationship that is healthy and happy doesn't grow with two seeds in the same hole. Think of it in this way: You're a chestnut seed (don't give me that look, this is a really good analogy). If you and your girl are planted in separate holes, you each grow independently, but later, your branches and leaves interweave, and you both become even stronger. If, however, you've been growing pretty independently, and the gardener decides to pop another chestnut seed in with you, things get tricky. You can share your nutrients with her, and your sun with her, but the fact is that she can't grow while you're there, and you're having more trouble growing as well. A gardener that plants two seeds in one hole does it knowing that one of them will never grow. Treat your relationship the same way. No matter what your good intentions, science (in this case, the science would be psychology just doesn't let it happen.

c) Do something else with your life. There seems to be a weird emphasis on dating when you're, like, ten. So don't. There are way better things to do with your time. The fact is that you're never ready, so why rush into it? Take a look around. Observe other people's relationships. Figure out what you want the easy way--no one's heart gets unnecessarily broken, and hey--here's to one less ex in your life!

Wow. I did not mean for this to be a giant exposé on relationships. My apologies.

In Love with Light

Light is not a thing that can always be seen.

That is how we most often experience it, of course--light which comes in waves and particles, light which brings out colours deeper and richer than can be captured in paints or pictures, light which brings new life and radiance to things once dull and ordinary, which can be soft or harsh, all-encompassing or faintly glowing.

Light, however, cannot always be seen. It can be felt, as well. Sometimes, light is warmth. It is a searing heat or a glowing ember, an insulation or an isolation. It is a light touch, or a submersion, as if sometimes you only need to be gently reminded of its presence, and other times, gentle isn't reminder enough.

Light, still, cannot always be seen or felt. Sometimes, light can be heard. It's difficult to differentiate from the everyday sounds, but light can be heard in laughter, in the warm rustle of blades of grass, in the buzzing of bees. Sometimes, light can be heard in the spoken word. Light is laced in comforting words, permeating through honest words, and sometimes, just sometimes, light can be heard in the whisper of silence.

It's difficult, though, to imagine any of this without light. Light cannot only be heard, or only felt, or only seen. Light is most commonly seen, yes, but it cannot be seen without being felt, heard--even smelled and tasted, too. And there is nothing like the taste of light on your lips and the smell of the sunshine.

Light is attached to something deeper, richer, more full of colour and power and tangibility than it is ever described, and it is that something that light is laced with that is like a drug; grow attached to such a light, and one cannot prevent it from splashing brightly through veins, leaving a glowing residue of light in every look, every touch, every word--it invades and changes, in a way that takes over and leaves one breathless,

and even if one were to break the addiction, it would be far too late, for how can one rid oneself of something that has so permanently altered one's existence? And who would part with something which causes such wonder and beauty and light?

I am in love with light,
and with the something
to which it is so irrevocably attached,
and nothing has ever made me feel
so light
in my life.

Charis Medendorp (2012)

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Day 1: Preparations

Boy, is travel a whirl of excitement, then panic, then utter breakdowns of stress, then excitement again! The last few days have been spent in either sheer panic and complete despair that nothing will be ready and blissful, relaxed forgetfulness. At one moment I'm checking and double-checking everything, and another I'm browsing my favorite websites and watching television. What's wrong with me? I can't seem to balance these extremes.

It happens every time I travel, but this time, it's even worse. Why? Instead of a flight to Houston or a trip to Wisconsin, I've landed myself on two consecutive trips overseas--one over the Pacific, and the other over the Atlantic.

Okay, so technically they're the same landmass--let's not get picky. It's a big deal for me--I've been out of the country (thank God I have some experience with non-American culture), but never this far, and never this long. This spring, I'm going to East-Southeastern Asia for a month, and then to jolly ol' England for four more months. I get sixteen hours of being home in between flights. I also have no idea what time to set my clocks. Trust me, there's a reason for my sheer panic during this next week.

In Asia, I am touring Guangzhou, Hong Kong, Singapore, and Manila with one of my college's top choral ensembles: Capella. In the group of about 40 strong, I am a second soprano, and we (as a choir) have an intimidating repertoire. This experience is one of a lifetime to debut us internationally as a talented non-professional choir.

Immediately following this trip (that is to say, sixteen hours after my return from Asia), I head out to Britain for the rest of the semester, pursuing numerous traveling opportunities and saving up for our Spring Break, when we are let loose in London to find our ways back to York in three weeks' time. Of course, there's classes as well (that's what I'm there for, really!). I am currently enrolled for Phonetics, Creative Writing, and a sociology and history course both involving a study of the Olympics and Britain and sports. We have, rather unfortunately, arranged this trip under the Kinesiology department, due to the preparations for the Olympics in England for 2012, but thankfully, only a few of our class excursions are very sports-oriented. We do have several previously planned excursions to historic English sites such as Alnwyk Castle, a Manchester United match, and Edinburgh. Needless to say, I am tremendously excited.

I have prepared this blog (rather obviously) in an attempt to keep my friends and family updated--I will be posting photos, and as many descriptions of my journeys as possible. Unfortunately, I will not have my laptop in Asia, which means I will not be able to post very much very often, but I will do my best to keep in touch.

I based the name of this blog on a particular quote by Mark Twain. It's a rather popular one, so I'm sure you'll have heard it before, but it goes something like this: "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." I decided it's about time I catch the trade winds in my sails.

I'm young, I'm versatile, I'm ready to explore this incredible world, achieve and revise my dreams, and discover things about myself, others, and this fascinating universe.

It's my time for catching the trade winds.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Dear Gavin, Rest in Peace

Dear Gavin,

Today I discovered third-hand that you were dead.

My mother had no more information that that; just that you were dead. I remembered you were in the Navy and you were so, so proud. I remembered last time I saw you, I congratulated you, and then I avoided you.

We were never good friends, and I know people were often impatient with you, myself included. You were mocked, you were disliked, and you were downright hated.

My only hope is that you knew, at some point, that you were also loved, liked, and appreciated. I hope that you knew God and that God knew you. I hope you’re with Him, rejoicing in what you always were: a child of God.

I wish people had treated you better, myself included, and shown you what we ought to be showing every person we encounter. I hope you knew that some of us really were proud of you for getting into the Navy, and proud of you for staying there. I hope you knew, even if only very, very briefly.

I wish I had the chance to say I’m sorry: I’m sorry I didn’t treat you better, I’m sorry I got impatient with you often, I’m sorry you felt like you had to lie to fit in, I’m sorry you even wanted to fit in. I’m sorry your family struggled, I’m sorry God was hard for you to find at our church, I’m sorry we weren’t prouder of you, I’m sorry we didn’t show you that we loved you. I'm sorry I didn't take the time to know you better as a friend and equal. I’m sorry.

And I hope, finally, that you’re resting in that peace that some of us never really quite understood.

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Wings of Wax

We will not wait for the
experts to
explain to us what it means
to be excellent.
We will not wait for our
parents and professors to
give us permission
to spread our wings.
We are the young;
like every good thing,
we leave,
we thrive;
we love,
we lose,
and with freedom weighing us down,
we drown in our own
miry individuality,
calling on
someone
to grasp our hand
and guide our way:
someone,
anyone,
but them.


Charis Medendorp (2011)

I wrote this while sending an email to myself (which I do a lot). I found it today when I wondered what this one unread email could be. Strange, how you lose things.

Sunday, June 12, 2011

Eb

The seven seas stared back at me

from within their ivory frame,

and the ocean’s roar

whispered its chords

from deep within its chest.

As my fingertips stroked

the delicate blades

that can slice the heart

of any man,

I recognized the key

to my own heart;

without a thought,

I opened the lock,

swallowed whole by

the seven seas,

the rolling waves

of ivory keys.


Charis Medendorp (2011)

Monday, May 30, 2011

Growing Pains

Dear God,

This must be what it feels like to grow up, huh. You spend your weeks working nine to five days, get home, eat, sleep, and do it all again. On weekends, you spend one day in total relaxation—if you can call making lists of everything you need to do in the next week “total relaxation.” The other day, you go to church, get taught some moral lesson that you’d forgotten (again), and spend the rest of the day forgetting about it.

Then you start over.

It’s right about now that you realize that life’s probably never going to be as cracked up as the movies make it seem, unless it’s the ones that you call “bad” because it’s just too close to reality for comfort—that there’s probably not going to be a fairy-tale love story waiting in the wings of your future—that maybe there’s a lot of your dreams that will never be fulfilled, or worse, that your dreams weren’t really what you wanted.

And it’s right about now that you start to feel utterly lost. It’s terrifying, growing up. It’s all you ever wanted when you were younger, but now that it’s approaching, you’re turning tail and trying to run in the other direction. Some actually manage to flee—they’re the ones you look at and wonder, “when are they ever going to grow up?” They won’t. That’s the point. Others pretend to have a handle on the situation, when really, they’re hiding the same childlike fear you are

There aren’t a lot of choices in this situation. Either you run, or you face it—either way, you pray to God that He has a plan, because you sure don’t.

It’s so tremendously overwhelming, growing up. All of the sudden you’re worrying about everything. Everything. And sometimes you go to your mom’s house and you’re sitting in your bedroom thinking about the idea of growing up, and the thought is so big and so frightening that there’s a lump in your throat and you feel like you’re about to cry and you haven’t the slightest reason for it.

Well, it’s because you’re afraid.


Because I am afraid.


Love.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Awing

I followed a raindrop

From a thousand feet high

hurtling toward the

solid gray pavement

with a velocity

and speed

that frightened me.

Closer,

closer,

the pavement

drew closer;

I could see the small shapes

in small rocks,

pebbles,

barely even

rocks.

I could see

the glittering mica,

glistening with the shattering raindrop wetness.

My raindrop shattered, too,

and with its demise,

I opened my wings

like parachutes,

fwooosh,

and felt even more shattering raindrops of my feathers, dancing lightly

on the fibres of my wings,

and I reached for the ground,

alighting softly upon the pavement,

my hair drenched,

my wings spread,

and my heart racing.

I opened my eyes

to the darkness,

listening to the rainfall,

and my heart

longed

for wings.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Traveling the World


Idea #1:
-Print off an uncolored world map like the previous. Make sure you have big paper.
-Start coloring in the places you've been. Feel free to color code it somehow, like by year, or you can just follow the color code of whatever world maps have so none of the colors touch. It's up to you.
-Every time you visit another country, color it in.
-My goal is to have at least one country per continent...excluding Antarctica. I'm not big on frozen wastelands.

As soon as I find the right piece of paper, I'm going to begin my traveling record.
Enjoy!

Friday, April 29, 2011

Let Evening Come [Adapted from Jane Kenyon]

Let Evening Come
[Adapted from Jane Kenyon]


[Warzone]

Let the light of late afternoon
shine off barrels of guns, moving
up the trenches as the sun moves down.

Let the radio take up crooning
as a soldier takes up his MRE
and his letters. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the mine abandoned
in tough weeds. Let the clouds appear
and the moon hide her silver horn.

Let the lizard go back to its dusty hole.
Let the wind pick up. Let the hut
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the body in the ditch, to the shovel
in the grave, to air still in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.


















[Church]

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through stained glass windows, moving
up the pews as the sun moves down.

Let the sparrows give up chirping
as a priest takes up his Bible
and his prayers. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the grave abandoned
in the long grass. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the mouse go back to its dusty hole.
Let the light die down. Let the confessional
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the rosary in the yard, to the candle
on the altar, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.




















[Forest]

Let the light of late afternoon
shine through weave in the tent, moving
up the pines as the sun moves down.

Let the bullfrog take up croaking
as a camper takes up his shovel
and his tin. Let evening come.

Let dew collect on the bottle abandoned
in tangled brush. Let the stars appear
and the moon disclose her silver horn.

Let the bear go back to its earthy den.
Let the wind die down. Let the hollow
go black inside. Let evening come.

To the log over the river, to the match
in the dirt, to air in the lung
let evening come.

Let it come, as it will, and don’t
be afraid. God does not leave us
comfortless, so let evening come.