Forgive Us, Father. And Return to Us, a Heart Like a Child

As a child, God was simple. He stretched out His arms, like long Altostratus clouds. Comforting us, like a blanket spanning heavens. Yet, something happens as we age. We pull apart His name, dig and pinpoint our faith. We psychoanalyze everything….as if somehow that makes us holy. We take that skipping child, clicking a stick along […]

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Stop the Insanity and Rest Awhile

Stop. Stopping isn’t easy. Halting the raining current of title-waves around us, isn’t natural. Swimming upstream may even seem counterproductive. An anchored soul that still’s itself in the Foundation of the World, isn’t popular. We are inundated with quickening flashes of videos and snippets of people’s lives promising us solutions, entertainment or lies. Yet, it was […]

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When We All Beg for a God We Can See

“Where is God?” My furrowed-browed, ten-year-old asks with the most humble sincerity. It’s a simple question, but one the whole world seems to be asking, lately. Pandemics, split families, food that costs three-times what we were spending, creating deficits in money. Wars pending… The lost wandering helplessly, with backpacks of memories that lead to heartbreak and […]

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To All The Nest Builders & Home Wreckers

I haven’t stopped staring at it for days. A nearly perfect circle. High walls, muddied-hard, like cement. Concrete-like to the touch. A soft, padded bed, four inches lower than the tower-like fortress build around it. Woven flawlessly with cut grass, unwanted moss, and the long, light hollows that surround our all-year pond. Close to water. Yet, […]

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Rising From the Silence

The stillness of morninng, grounds me in this place, fully feeling this space with every fiber of my being. I reach for black coffee from my cup that says, “Loved and Believed in”. It spills down my throat and into my lungs, like a waterfall saturating the desert inside me. Why do I still dream of […]

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Here I Am

My fingers are rusty. Rusty from the residue thrust on me, from past seasons, uncertainties lingering in the crevasses of a mind that can’t understand… What is coming tomorrow. I have a song, but the news has seemed to have stole it. The layers of media, cold technology and frozen expose’s have hindered me from singing […]

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