Write it, my son
In the darkest moment, when nothing remained, a blinding light arrived. That light was not born from outside, but came from within. This is the raw account of hitting rock bottom and finding unexpected grace.
suffering
Struggling
The struggle is real. I’m struggling to breathe, to find the wide open spaces I once enjoyed. I’m struggling to understand, to make sense of what is happening around me. Mostly, I’m struggling to grasp […]
Share this:
The Door to Eternity
In joy she was so mindless yet in fear the mind was all she had.
Share this:
And I Don’t Know Why
Sometimes I can hear angels crashing into the windows just outside my bedroom door.
Share this:
The Compass
Love simply does not demand that type of attention. It does get my attention, but rarely in a way that doesn’t highlight the beauty of everything around me.
Share this:
A Solid Truth
Through the numbness gaze I see Cloudy, murky, beholden to the current Leaning, listing, the stormy sky emblazoned Calmly, the whitecaps form. Through the blinded folds of skin I feel Nothing, lost moments, surrounded […]
Share this:
I Long for Winter
I walk along trying to find the mindless footprints I’ve cast in the hardened bedrock of my life; wondering why some fear the sturdiness of this place, why they search for escape by looking for the invisible tracks they swear they left behind.
Share this:
What Absolutely Beautiful Ugliness I Am
I guess when I look back I realize that the weatherman doesn’t always need to be right, and that sometimes it is just perfect to get soaked to the bone when science says the sun should be shining.
