I know it’s coming, but I’m not prepared. Fill in the blank with “it.” It could be dinnertime each day. I’m not prepared to answer the daily question, “What’s for dinner?” “It” could be the next difficult season up ahead, or it could the wildest season of joy. Why do...
Scar on the Cheek The kiss on the cheek planted swift, turns to thorny scratch, burns long and thin, drips red on black dirt. Fragile petals live a breath away, a thin vein from death. Roses keep distant, far from drawn swords ready to impale petal-skin. Repent and...
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
As we are in the midst of another season of Lent, and approaching Easter, I am reposting this poem I wrote a few years ago. The poem is about Judas’ betrayal. This betrayal led to the guards finding Jesus, arresting him, and eventually his death. If it...
A few days ago, I wrote about one area of particular focus for me in 2019, which was friendship. You can read those thoughts and that post here. I mentioned I would write about another theme for 2019; hence this is part two of that. The other area of focus that I...
Some people have a “word” that characterizes their focus for the upcoming year. I do not have a single word. I have never really had a single word. Maybe one day, I will. So far, I have found it difficult to narrow down to a single word, no matter how much...
Perhaps you will be asked if you will be traveling somewhere this Christmas. Perhaps you will be asked what food item you will contribute to an annual potluck. Perhaps others are expecting you to plan an event because you always plan said event. Perhaps you will be...
Gently the dark comes down over the wild, fair places, The whispering glens in the hills, the open, starry spaces; Rich with the gifts of the night, sated with questing and dreaming, We turn to the dearest of the paths where the star of the homelight is gleaming....
The feeling of being left out hit me in the pit of my stomach; once again, I felt rejected. I was blaming others for their rejection of me, but there was a deeper issue. I remember the day a friend named it in me, asking me why it seemed I wanted to run from her. I...
