I drink deep the sinking light, the silence that causes me to catch my breath and wait for life to re-enter my being in the passing moments while clocks tick and angels watch over sleeping babes and snoring men. all while the sun sleeps nervously awaiting morning if you're near, whisper my ears quake at the booming … Continue reading Bedtime
Messy Me
I haven’t been writing lately. Not because the desire has left me but because I knew what came out would be messy. Quite honestly, lately, life has been messy. All of the broken and jagged pieces I’d thought time had smoothed, surfaced with force, cutting through my clay heart and thin skin. What remained was … Continue reading Messy Me
The Greatest of these is Love
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
Refocusing
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
Lightning
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.
Missing Myself
It's all been a whirlwind. I'm sure you've been there, when life creeps in and steals...well, the life right out of you. Then suddenly I realize in the midst of the grind, the day to day, the chaos, that I don't have to allow it all to get the best of me. I can choose … Continue reading Missing Myself
Repairing the Well
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
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
