I feel like this is a pointless post. Like what I say or think doesn’t really mean anything. Maybe we all feel that way? I saw something beautiful the other day. Families outside spending time. Not just parks or walking but actively playing. Chalks in driveways, playing catch, or jump rope. To me that’s more…
The moment was magic Erasing every little doubt Like a lighthouse beaming Peering deep into the dark The ghosts stopped haunting And the devils stood in awe For there was no other alive Not ever To silence her darkness With one little smile
Survival means Breathing dust made of glass Heartache like stickpins Racing through veins It means sucking up lava And spitting out shards of ice It’s walking on rusty nails And bleeding out your disease It’s burdening cancerous boils Of sadness and despair As love works it’s magic Making all the hard stuff Worth the surviving
In that moment I am alone Sometimes the love stays Wraps me up Like a warm blanket does Consoles my soul Like your strong arms can But sometimes I can feel the ice form Before you’ve taken a step Before you can turn away Before you say goodbye And it freezes everything I can barely…
The turbulence is there Even in the quiet Inside the gentle rocking The to and fro of life It’s always, always there Like a crouching cat Just waiting To release its fury Because at its core Turbulence is furious And before you know it Before you can hold on With great sweeping tides And deep…
I remember the exact moment it felt like everything in my life changed. It was like a strange shift. A falling through floors. As if destiny was reaching out urging me to take its hand. To be honest, that night was blurry as though I wasn’t in my right mind or had too much to…
When I was a little girl I remember reading about the Great Depression. Reading the Grapes of Wrath was the first time I’d heard about poverty. Everything I knew about the poor started there. Later I learned that it was Black Monday that kicked off the Great Depression. Men jumped out of windows because the…
She fell away from me Differently from the others I sat watching as pieces Fell apart then together As she struggled earnestly And sometimes gave up Exhausted from the trying She had found and built Something solid finally A plan, a person, a life full So many smiles and laughs So much beauty and love…
I still pray God give me strength Give me wisdom Give me patience But I never Not once left it at that Because he gave me life A thinking brain A versatile will A moveable body He provided the nails And made me the hammer I’ve always believed That together we’d build A whole life…
His world shaped itself around me His shoulders Strengthened me His embrace Held my peace His gaze Held my wonder And his lips Whispered My history to bed And sung My future into being His world shaped itself Beautifully into mine.
