Brittle bones, but bold spirit. She stands, completely alone, on a stage before one of the world’s biggest audiences. Her stature is like a 1990’s model; no form, no shape. Hair cropped. My mind stretches, “What’s her story? Why is she here?” And I think that is also our question. For Nightbirde. For ourselves. Who are […]
The Little Boy On The Corner With Big, Brown Eyes
Dark, olive eyes, stare straight at me, like a leapord, aching for a meal. Burning through my soul, like midnight oil, from the side of the road. Seven, maybe eight years old… Still, little did I know, he taught me with that gaze, tested my heart and what true strength was; moving me towards generosity. My […]
Struggling to find Wholeness? Struggling to be Restored?
“The best way to survive grief is to express it. It needs to be shared with others and with God.” (S.F.L.B. NKjV) I stumble, like a three-legged competitor, trying to find my way. Like a toddler running at the Olympic Games. Raw, helpless, paralized in this position, like Jeremiah, who wrote Lamatations. In our nation of […]
Letting Go of Five Chunky Crayons
The dew rests on the early morning blades, as one, two, three bunnies take over the front field, like landscapers, dissecting and inspecting, combing the field, for the goodness of God. Robins, bluejays, sparrows dance from tree to tree, prepping their nests and filling it, anticipating their hatchlings. Four eyes look back at me; a young […]
What Does Your Soul Long For?
She waves me over on the side of the road. The blonde lady, with a concerned face. We slow, already late for school. She points to a yearling, a buck, tangled in invisible wire, caught between the street and the land where cows welped a half-a-dozen calves, prior to summer. I shift into park before walking […]
Sit for Awhile
As the sun rises after the longest winter, I hear Him whisper, “Sit with me for awhile”. I spin, twist, rise, wrestless in defense, justifying my own self importance, all the things I need to say, all the things I need to do. And yet, I remember his baby blues; staring, heeding, reminded me to slow […]