Reading Earth
Something in the words that speak From blossom, bud, and dusty fruit Between the sky and dampened earth, Creations be of the Creator’s seed, They sing the story of ourselves, Storytellers from our very birth.
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What Gossamer Threads Enslave Us
I breathe in, breathe out. The wind moves the orb where I lie And speak of the beauty, throw sparks at the bright, Weaving a story by day and night From threads, such fine, fine threads I spin.
More Than Grief
I wait for the day when your picture inspires more than grief. When the joy comes back from six feet deep…
The Power of Small Dreams
Sometimes realizing a dream is all about having the eyes to see that it’s already come true.
It’s Still True
In that hope I felt seen, I felt understood, I felt loved, and I felt forgiven. At last, at long, long last I remembered what it felt like to have a hope in Christ. To be recognized as imperfect, but loved so perfectly. To be taken in with all my flaws but to be given the atonement so flawlessly. To be recognized in my unbelief and doubt but to be compensated for my lack with an overflowing faith.
The Sum of a Pumpkin
“But no matter where the pumpkin rests, the farmer will always love it best
As a bit of Sunshine captured in shell of Gold or orange and tended well.”
Jumping Tracks: Life After Suicide
“That’s how death is. We close the casket. We fold the flag. We make that last radio call. We weep, we breathe deep, and we walk away from the dead back to those who still live. And each step kills something inside us because Ben should still be here. Right here walking beside us.”
Breath of the Mountain: Pine Valley
My spirit
Quiet in the cacophony
Of the birth, decay, and growth
Of being.
Hope
The song that perched within my soul
And sang from branches high
Has flown to trees on higher peaks
And left my heart behind.