Yo soy de otra tierra
Category: Charity
God is not dead
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep
for what will be
Choose today to consider “why” we are blessed.
evangel
color me puzzled and tired.
slow dance
she tends with love. dirt-covered hands - still painful – cleansing the insides, to her soul’s very depths, as only fertile soil can.
a book of many pages
Oh, that’s sounding better – God’s deeds and not mine /
perhaps I am still off the hook /
but who fought the “physical” part – got in line? /
you’ve got to remember to read the whole book.
Jagged Bones
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
righteous? anger
when love and indignation muddle, ’tis hard – which to express?
lost and found
peace can still be found but you have to look for it.
simple gifts
the best of all gifts
come from the heart and the hands
touch you head to toe
Sunrise
What
to do
with this Life?
Blessings and Breakage – Thoughts on Christmas and 2017
Blessings and breakage live perilously close to one another.
At times, blessings and breakage intertwine, to the point where you often can’t tell one from the other, if, in fact, they are not already one and the same.
Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas
I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much. Good King Wenceslas looked out, on the Feast of … More
Caveats
I make no claim of being more correct than another in theology or orthodoxy, and in no way will I intend to belittle or judge anyone else’s theology, orthodoxy, or lack thereof.
Yep. Life is Still Messy
Who I am today is still a work in progress. I think I’ve finally realized I will always be in progress, and accepting that is freeing me to sit at my laptop and tell you (and myself) where I’ve been and where I am, even if that means admitting I DON’T HAVE IT ALL FIGURED OUT.
