Last Night’s Revival.


come closer.
come into this. come closer.
you are quite the beauty. if no one has ever told you that before know that now. you are quite the beauty. there is joy in how your mouth dances with your teeth. your mouth is a sign of how sacred your life truly is. come into this. true of heart come into this. you are true of heart. come closer. come closer. know that whatever God prays to He asked it to help Him make something of worth. He woke from His dreams scraped the soil form the spaces inside Himself made you and was happy. you make the Lord happy.
come into this.
come closer.

know that something softer than us but just as holy planted the pieces of Himself into our feet that we might one day find our way back to Him. you are almost home.
come closer come into this. there are birds beating their wings beneath your breastplate gentle sparrows aching to sing come aching hearts come soldiers of joy doormen of truth come true of heart come into this.
my heart was too big for my body so I let it go and most days this world has thinned me to where I am just another cloud forgetting another flock of swans but believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces. place your hand beneath your head when you sleep tonight and you may find it there making beauty as we sleep as we dream as we turn over when I turn over in the ground may the ghosts that I have asked answers of do the turning kneading me into crumbs of light and into this thing love thing called life. come into it!

come you wooden museums
you gentle tigers
negro farces in two broken scenes.
come rusting giants!
I see teacups in your smiles upside down glowing. your hands are like my heart. on some days how it trembles. let us hold them together. I am like you. I too at times am filled with fear. but like a hallway must find the strength to walk through it. walk through this with me. walk through this with me. through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take every breath we swallow is worship.
bend with me. there are bones in our throats. if we choke it is only on songs.

– Anis Mojgani

Last night was Nite Kite’s last performance.

It was good.

I was in a chapel, the chapel at Reed College-  with a room full of 20 somethings.

I usually don’t get nostalgic about aging- but I really felt the innocence in that space last night. Who’s to say what these kids did or didn’t know.

All I know is that I became melancholic surrounded by all of those fresh faces— it made me wish for my hopeful heart back.

These poets helped.

Wide eyes… endless possibilities …

Here is a sampling of the above poem LIVE:

Timmy Straw performed too:


One response to “Last Night’s Revival.

  1. Leigh, I like Closer and that you were touched so deeply:) I love it when something inside me rises to the surface that has been quiet for to long. I know that you can ask the Holy Spirit for the gift of hope and joy. It was given to me when I thought it was forever lost. Ask and you shall recieve, knock and the door shall be opened. Love you

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