Category: Living
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.
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.
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.”
Hestia
“The worshipped has become
The pilgrim; straining, burning, dying,
For a chance to change
What is written in the stars.”
The Pendulum
We don’t have the luxury of proclaiming “not MY problem”, “not MY President”, “not MY America”. Like it or not, this is OUR America and the blame for our division lies at all of our feet.