One morning shortly after my divorce, as I woke up, I had this vision. I clearly saw a pair of rugged male hands reaching down, digging in, and clasping together underneath a wilted plant. Actually, the plant was beyond wilted—it was dried by the sun, and what had once been some kind of small growth… Continue reading The Gentle Gardener
Lord, I know you search me You know all my thoughts You know when I sit quietly Or when I stand up - You're there. You understand me. Close by or faraway you Reach me - You know just when I sleep Or when I'm walking, Nothing catches you by surprise. Before I begin to… Continue reading My Heart’s Overflow
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
Stephanie was literally wearing her spaghetti sauce. I got looks from other patrons as spaghetti and sauce was everywhere, Stephanie was laughing like crazy about it, and Katie needed to "go", so I took their little hands and found the ladies' room.
While the crowd roars with laughter, While elephants parade in Bright blankets and bare skin, I wait for the spotlight – I ascend the rope ladder, silently, And wait.
God is able to heal me, but even if He does not...I will not serve your gods.
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?
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
Some things in life go perfectly Some people find the perfect fit the first time I just seldom happen to be among the “some” Like new jeans… I hate those things First, you inch into one of the legs, and Do a kind of hop-step-jump into the other And shimmy and stretch them up and… Continue reading Pocket Full of Shoestrings