Indeed, beyond survive, it thrives; / More blossoms join the other.
Month: September 2021
in a previous light
in the layers of life / it’s darkest in the middle / right where the eye wants to fall.
America – A Lament
Turns out the abbreviation for United States is spot on.
pavane funéraire
you feel alone now / but now is not forever
give way
This morning – Three lines
Not Near Enough
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “near/far.” Use “near,” use “far,” use them both if you’d like. In fact, … More
In this, so late a season
We welcome fruit from barren womb. / a love beyond all reason.
Too.
…that soothing balm / For which / All our Sore Souls / Cry.
Hiding in the Pews
The author is uniquely qualified to bring his story to the table. Not only was he a “pew hider”, he was also a “pulpit hider”, and after a suicide attempt, he became an advocate for those struggling in the pews and a coach for the leaders of those churches who misunderstand, stigmatize, and ultimately bring harm to those in their care who suffer from mental illness.
This Thing Called Hope – Sonnet XXXIII
So pushing on, I live my Best Todays / And Trust Tomorrow’s Hope will Suit our Ways.
Some Missing Pieces Aren’t Meant to be Filled. – #SoCS
Here’s the truth: we’re all incomplete puzzles and will likely ALWAYS be incomplete, even if we finally get our shit together with healthy spirituality, quality therapy and/or the right medication. In fact, spirituality, therapy and meds just help us deal with the fact that we have missing pieces and (hopefully) stop us from trying to fill those holes with unhealthy actions, relationships, or substances.
blackened quiet
knowing the nature of cycles is often all that moves us forward.
The Dose
I can’t even begin to unwind.
Unexpected Roots
One must learn to bask in Here’s Now Glow / Before sprinting to the Next Brighter There.
Outside of Form
Sometimes Magic happens…
I come to warmth from cold which reigned supreme
Now hoarfrost melts to liquid dew agleam
water withheld
When still waters run deep / The deep can often roil with peril;
Where…
Some days I think I’ve gone numb.
Missed Connections
Therapy today…
Striving Ends… When?
My challenging is not yet finished.
So… When?