Rising

I stand in the valley With ashes at my feet My heart once broken now burned Holy flames Tamed My past Put it in its proper place at last Letting die All seen from the child's eye Hopeless, loveless Barren, soul-less For it is He Who placed me in the valley Lie down with Me … Continue reading Rising

a grief story

when your mom's gone that grief that overcomes and powers through your only mom she had a way of seeing you   seeing you in your darkest days swimming through seas of shame she knew secrets you didn't know your mama, that one of long ago   the mama who cradled you now gathers round … Continue reading a grief story

A Visit from Joy

There are days When joy skims the surface Like a thin rock skipping across the lake's stillness Almost a disturbance To the serene achieved A balance Though steeped in greed A love offering A gentle stirring Full of respect For the mind's introspect Focus ajar Soul stretches Beyond The corners Boxing Protecting Oh, but this … Continue reading A Visit from Joy

His Expanse

expanse his sky's winter dance a canvas of white purity in flight a call to surrender all He paints hope for those on a precipice, those feet sliding down an icy slope His powerful light speaks life to every soul in fright, in strife, in pain cut with satan's knife just a glimmer extinguishes death's … Continue reading His Expanse

When God is Distant, You Call

The wind bit my nose I tightened my scarf, you know how this goes False protection against winter's abode A truck parked smack in the middle of the road Leaving us with no where to go Whirred, spurred, droned on A noise not a sound Repelling not drawing round Dissonance Reminiscent of sin Where faith … Continue reading When God is Distant, You Call

Healing

Freshly fallen Like a wound wide open Vibrant color As the blood runs When the wind stings Hymns of self-pity His voice whispers, Come, tarry Don't wait, make haste For the color in your face Has drained This pains your ABBA Father Time passes Prayers in masses Gashes scab over Fray at the edges Pain … Continue reading Healing

Autumn’s Song

An Autumnal hymn Suspends A morning chill Not frigid Invigorates At the earlier break Of dawn Mother deer Lead their fawn To the berries at forest's edge Squirrels stuff their cheeks As they reach for more Tentative Yet An ever slight increase Seasonal momentum Leaves fallen So brittle Disintegrate Beneath your feet The night today … Continue reading Autumn’s Song