When did the world stop making noise? It screams from the rooftops but I don't think I can hear it anymore The sound of my head has blocked the overwhelming. Survival I am me. I am struggling. I am alive. I will live another day. There is life when the grass dies. There is truth, … Continue reading Noise
What is a mind not wavering? What is strength? What is faith? Can I walk in it? Who holds the key? Is the door really locked? Am I on the outside looking in? Are you inside waiting? Are you cheering me on? Are my hands strong? Will I use them wisely? Why am I asking … Continue reading Fully Convinced in Spite of all My Questions
For some reason, I decided to dig back through the archives today. I guess I was interested to see how far I’ve come since I started throwing my thoughts out into the air. In honor of all the nostalgia, enjoy this little blast from the past. I still wonder a lot of these things…
I wonder if there is a haven for lost poems deep in the recesses of time…some magical place of calm & noise all jumbled together to form meaning.
I wonder if there’s a mystery to the soul that will never be solved until we meet our maker and then in His light, all will become clear, like a translucent breath given form and substance beyond its particles.
I wonder if there are places where two & two add up to three. You know…like me & you & we.
I wonder at wonderful and it’s subjectivity, how the universals collide with perspective to form the moment when “it is good”
I wonder what happens to our dreams when we wake
I wonder what the substance of a prayer looks like from heaven and if mine have created something of beauty or a blob of selfish ambition. I pray the…
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If the world were made of tears, I'm sure I would have cried enough to hold us all. If the tears I cried became substance, then no one would ever fall. If light were there by chance, we'd all be doomed. If light is life and God is light, then baby it's high noon! Never … Continue reading Light and Gravity…and Tears…
Dream a little dream for me As tomorrow nears And the night closes its eyes Or maybe it keeps them open waiting for morning Or maybe tomorrow is a continuance of today Or maybe we can sweep it away in solitude for brighter things to come Whatever the case.... Goodnight today Welcome hope New mercies … Continue reading Good night world
Who am I if the world stops turning for a moment And I'm left with the quiet and the night Who am I when grace is the only option Because, alone, I'm never enough And grace says that's still okay. Who am I in the face of lunchboxes and routines? Who am I when I'm … Continue reading Who am I?
If you and I were "I and me" and the world were nothing but trees and bees, would any of it matter? If I and you were, you and me, and there was nothing but us and song and "free", would it be worth fighting for? Just wondering... Deep thoughts in the midst of a … Continue reading Random thoughts from the tired
Life is walking on Life is waking up in the morning Life is doing what it takes to roll out of bed when the alarm is too harsh and the sleep is too short Life is kids making you crazy Life is partners making you wonder, "what in the world?!?" Life is struggle Life is … Continue reading Life is…
I remember six. What it was to go down to my grandfather's basement and sing at the top of my lungs while he played guitar. I remember chords and burning and the life and longing that only comes with a great song. I remember faces beaming and proud looks screaming "legacy". I remember the look … Continue reading On Six and Legacy
Do you ever think about who's out there listening I write this blog, throw these ideas into the air But I'll never know who hears them. Who sees beyond the void... I think of the words that have changed my life The moments I stumbled across something that shook me to my soul. There are … Continue reading Who are you?