Few times, in my life, have I ever felt this exhausted. Blow me down like the air pumped into a balloon and I will pop Mull me over with words and I will implode to nothing Sink me in the earth with a step and I will cave to dust Sleep is underrated to the, … Continue reading Exhaustion
Poem
Hidden
Maybe there’s something poetic about hiding in plain sight. Or maybe it’s weakness. Or maybe it’s strength to stay composed while the world crumbles and stirs around you. Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s faith. Maybe I’m not hiding at all! maybe I’m standing. “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him.” Job 13:15
Sing for the Light
Call me into the deep where you are waiting I've missed the feel of you My head can hear you and my sensibilities know you but my emotions have fallen out the window. Who have I become that my emotion is absent? I was passion now I'm passive and that isn't enough. I don't want … Continue reading Sing for the Light
Listening
The dark can be so daunting The light can seem so dim Still, from heaven, you are calling. Can I hear your voice again? No fear in death or life, though all of hell presses in Your voice, the roaring lion, shatters mountains and hangs on the wind. Still small voice, speak to me. I'm … Continue reading Listening
I wonder
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 … Continue reading I wonder
A Day Without Zombies
I haven't written much this week, which is unusual for me. I haven't been able to. It's not the ideas or inspirations haven't come. It's not that the words haven't rolled through my brain singing "Crazy Train" while plummeting frantically to the caverns of lost thought below. It's really been a joint effort between life … Continue reading A Day Without Zombies
Sunset
What do you even call the color where all the shades & hues of the spectrum collide and meet in the middle of the sunset? It corresponds with the nature of soul and spirit itself, a mixed kaleidoscope of beauty; inspiring, inviting, connecting to the core of me. It slides and fades; brightens and deepens … Continue reading Sunset
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