I sit at the table of a hundred imaginings Holding my breath for the light And the darkness can feel suffocating at times But the light encompasses And I wait for the music to rescue so I can sing along But tonight, melody is fleeting But God… Superlative and encompassing Beautiful and victorious in the … Continue reading Who can imagine
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
If we don’t protect it, hope can feel like a balloon, filled to maximum capacity for a moment then let go to float into the air, sputtering, and flying unhindered. Hope is so much more precious than this. I wish it were easy to tie the knot and seal it in all cozy and safe … Continue reading Hope
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
Unwittingly, and despite my best efforts, I am at war with my neighbors. Well, they live a few houses down, but same idea. It's a silly feud, which I take partial responsibility for, though I revel at the length it has come to. I, as an empathetic pacifist, cannot fathom the depths one would take … Continue reading On Neighbors and Whether They are Loveable
There are many inconceivable stories around us every day that we haven't heard. We have no idea what the person next to us has lived. We can't conceive the stories that aren't ours...that aren't open to the vast space of the known. We hold glimpses not substance. We hold illusions and self-constructed paradigms, based on … Continue reading What now?
One thing I've learned about myself over the years is that fear grows in dark places deep within when I'm not paying attention. I particularly find this in the context of relationships. The husband and I have a rough day and I turn suddenly I'm on the bridge of the Enterprise yelling "Shields up! Prepare for battle! … Continue reading Strength
II Samuel 22:2 "“The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer" There are days when my strength deceives me I can manufacture the ability to stand my ground I can rely on myself or those around me wrapped in skin I grow tired There are days the wind blows hard I fight against it I … Continue reading Fortress