I slip slowly into a maze of words. I realize suddenly that my entire being is an art form of expression and wonder, curiosity, myth, and reality curving together and shaking with rapture at the intersections and commonalities woven between the rhythm. I am lost to the magic spirally beyond it all. Yet I mourn … Continue reading Resurrection
The truth is... There are too many thoughts rolling around in my head to make anything fully coherent The truth is... I'm watching the things I've worked so hard to build crumble around me Knowing still, it will all be okay and we will rebuild We will be better than before I live in hope … Continue reading I’m not Complaining
Though Angels' tongues could escape my lips and sentiment sweet should flow When grace extends my patience thin When arms become empty, hearts heavy, feet ready for escape, eyes drifting, head aching, song quiet, candles huffed to cooled wax, all seems lost around me, I remember. Greater love has no man than he who lays … Continue reading The Greatest of these is Love
Blurs are often ended with the bluntness of a break. A single straw that interrupts the momentum long enough for sanity to creep in and remind me that I am more than this. In the quest for perfection, I lost sight of the adventure. In the race towards better, I steadily slipped into worse. … Continue reading Refocusing
PHOTOGRAPH BY LIONEL BROWN, GETTY IMAGES You're like lightning. You come in flashes that light the whole world with beauty. With each strike, you rejuvenate and enrich the soil. You bring with you hope and the promise of rain. But in the end, I know you'll hurt me if i get too close.
The day draws close to an end and I feel pulled to page to open up the release valve and let it all go. Lately, I've filled the well with other things and stopped the flow of words. The difference in me is palpable. Tonight I've decided to dig. The sound of shovel moving earth … Continue reading Repairing the Well
Rest, weary eyes, I'll keep watch Breathe in deep while I listen Among the noise, tune into the sound of my voice, carrying you high above the chaos to a place of freedom Too mired you've been in the temporal Mud sticking to your shoes reminding you who you were, ash formed into beauty I … Continue reading the simple things
Today slips into tomorrow with blinking eyes. My heart lies heavy in my chest too fragile in the wake of a long weekend. I know in this stillness, you are faithful. I trust in the aftermath, that you will gently hold me up high above the fray. I remain thankful.
"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust" Isaiah 26:19
Who do you say that I am? The phrase hangs heavy in the air like Florida humidity stealing my breath on a summer day. Do you see me over the glimmer reflecting in your eyes? Trappings shine blinding, stealing the senses. Am I enough? Thunder roars from clouds opening. Light splits earth and air. You … Continue reading What’s in a Name?