Hope and Soiled Hands

When small seeds of hope, planted in fresh soil, are stolen by the ravens it's easy to become weary. We toil in darkness on hands and knees. Prayer lifted in desperation can seem to hit empty air when the harvest waits. Still, I've found hope doesn't lie in seed. Hope lies in the waiting soul … Continue reading Hope and Soiled Hands

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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

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. 

Hope

Steady rain pelts, swift and monotonous, on the roof above me I feel the water purify, washing away the old, carrying with it the promise of hope Standing singularly like a monument on the horizon Lingering long enough for me to reach Long enough for me to believe Hope, that droplet swiftly coming near Waiting … Continue reading Hope

Autopilot

Autopilot -¬†when I go through the motions Head down, resolved, ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen And then I sometimes break as resistance pushes me to realize I'm not built to maintain; I'm built for greatness. Not greatness I've built with the persistent efforts of my hands, but greatness that comes … Continue reading Autopilot

Christmas

Here lies a wandering world, numbed by silence and lulled to slumber in the bed of their own consequences. Hearts yearning for "something more", frustration and longing for love and satisfaction gripping them with fists of disillusionment. "I thought my life would be different." Glimmer of hope, Jupiter crowned in Regulus, star to cut the … Continue reading Christmas

Anchor

Restless waves stirred by force beyond control crashing beneath the weary ones who ache to stand unhindered Wind to drive the salty air, stinging the eyes, carrying voices to the bellowing deep. The sea in full fury, bobbing up and down like Jack springing from his metal box with a suddenness and force so unexpected … Continue reading Anchor