Tonight I stared into a mix of Yellowed, redded, oranged hues that Danced before the horizon And wondered, "where do they go?" What happens to the light when it Stumbles out of reach, And leaves me standing, wondering Whispering to the dark - Come back... Does it lose its light or simply Remain intact, yet… Continue reading It’s Beyond Me
What I wouldn't give for an unplugged morning and a long winding walk with the squirrels for companions.
Sometimes I dream, if only on the page, of a Prairie running as far as the eye can see and a Stream - babbling and bouncing over rocks and roots and A sky made just for me Sometimes I flee a rain cloud overhead, all the while Wishing it would softly rain on me; That… Continue reading To the Author Who is Writing Me
My life has been a long game of hide-and-seek with God. If you don't want to know my whole story, you should skip this blog. But if you want to find out why I love him so much, this is where you'll find out why.
When you're struggling Like a clothesline in the wind With the weight of all you have Hanging on the line When you're running Like a freight-train-Friday night When what's behind you keeps on coming Up from behind When you're low down You're feeling lower than the floor now When all that's weighing on your heart… Continue reading Hold On
It's been daybreak in my soul ever since you appeared.
The question I’ve been pondering is - What do we mean when we say “I love you” When those words more than won’t do – Why don’t we say what we really mean, then?
It takes a steadfast heart To linger when Its sole receiver Hasn't an idea That a sweet and Gentle waiting soul Has a heart of love To share with him It takes a steadfast faith To stay the course When its intend's heart Cries, aches, and bends And covers itself in 'pasts' And 'what-went-wrongs' While… Continue reading Steadfast Heart
Sunlight barged in through half-opened blinds, without knocking. Nosey sun. I deep-blinked; then again. What was its business here so early - without bringing coffee, no less? People stirred in the house, the ice maker clanked and hummed. I began recalling the dream I was just awakened from. I vaguely remember darkness, a dying fire,… Continue reading Writing, Half-asleep
I think I know how David felt Holding an ordinary stone A poet's soul A warrior's stance As an army mocked his boast They stood and laughed But didn't know He'd faced lions, not alone But with the strength, with the help Of one mightier than those Face your giant, not with armor That the… Continue reading Stand Your Ground