new location

i'm considering switching the primary location of this blog to:

www.timothydyk.wordpress.com.

younger eyes

rows of green trees.
sunny and clean,
sea-scented,
air.

my innocence was ignorance -
clothes that needed changing.
now that i've strained to see,
i don't know that the setting sun
can ever be the same.

not that it was
lacking purity;
rather,
slightly ill-informed.
young eyes,
actors in a dress rehearsal.

waiting for the future
patience must be optimistic
because the good that was present
might surely have been
the very good that is knocking at the door.

rows of green trees,
please don't suck away
sunny and clean,
sea-scented
air.

11:14 PM

and how can it be
that the seasons with waters smooth
are where i'm finding it
hardest to sail?

peace vs. comfort

Dear Lord,

a spirit at peace;
a stomach in knots.
may You put this mind to rest,
and give ease its thoughts.

a short prayer

Spirit, beckon me,
when my body feels to weigh me down.

in april

I know You are present
I just don't necessarily feel it.

Why must our minds try to confine You to a space so small?
Heart overflowing
and hands so large.

... surely we can learn what it is to function,
when following can't be derived from a feeling.

stockholm to københavn

how is the sky allowed to be this blue?
train tracks run far
and the gradient is rich
the sunshine to my back
would easily blind me
if I were to approach it more directly.

trees
white and green
hold the saturation
of something too grandiose for our minds to retain.