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
Poetry
the simple things
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
Welcome to now
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.
Dust Buster
"Awake and sing, you who dwell in dust" Isaiah 26:19
What’s in a Name?
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?
On Days When I Feel Alone
Long days roll in like floods and wear at the workings of the soul. The heart aches at absence. The mind picks and claws for meaning. I wait for you. You don't see me anymore behind the other things that draw your gaze. I am lost to whisper I will not allow silence to steal … Continue reading On Days When I Feel Alone
Be Still my Heart
God of all goodness, breathe on us today. In mercy we find new beginnings. In love, we find rest. In you, we find peace. Blanket our souls with the wonder of who you are And we will find shelter in you, our comforter
Give me Back my Keys!
Hope springs from accepting where I’ve been and deciding to move forward.
Mother of the Bride
Sunlight in her hair, the girl in the long white dress walks slowly Away from me Toward her future Where destiny and maturity culminate in a moment Where dreams begin Starry eyes look upon her love She takes his hand and makes a vow Little girl I carried in arms Twinkle, twinkle light above Carry … Continue reading Mother of the Bride
Killing Bad Music
New life begins the moment we make a choice
