My Little Girl
There she was, my little girl, getting set to leave me. Yeah, I know. As the cliche goes, she wasn’t really leaving me. But she was. It was her time, and she was grasping it. […]
Warrior
Rise! Dear Heart…
…know that you are cherished, you are needed, and you are not alone.
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The Sounds of Everything
A sigh, a gasp, a rush of something wonderful. It could be all that we live for and all that we die for. Or it could be nothing at all. Only time will tell, so […]
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An Ode to My Sister (The Line in the Sand)
I am going to rant here – spill my thoughts as they come and leave them uncensored. Sorry if this rambles, but I don’t think it will. In the two weeks since my sister’s passing, […]
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The Roles We Play
…life seems to be one successive act of survival after another…
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One Pane of Glass
It is a fire I’ve known well, built in the moments of darkness where no light was assured, kindled in those times when I was frozen to the bone.
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Love is not a fixer
When you stop being the fixer you can truly love someone with all of you, and not just the part of you carrying the toolbox.
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The Face of Love
Loud is the voice of memory, shaking both the flesh and the heart of a warrior who’s left his sword and shield out beyond the gates of his Thermopylae.
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She Shall See Again (A Poem)
Evolution sometimes means leaving what you were taught behind.
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Her Eyes (Love’s Warrior Series)
Yes, this was Love for him. It was the Kingdom of God he might never have seen if not for those eyes. It was the Garden of Eden he was cast out of when he became ashamed of his nakedness. It was the realization that of the million lifetimes he had felt course through his moments this one exposed the Truth of truths.
