me/Me

mechanically mesmerizing / to be A me you want see…

I’ve Found My Place

I’ve found my place; the place is peace, / Though tangled tempests tip the ship.

Start. again. anew.

start. again. anew.
transformed again by some truth

Mystery Meal

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “product/produce.” Use one, use them both, use them any way you’d like. … More

again.

the body count
mounts /

again.

Let no one tell you how to live

Let no one tell you how to live;It’s on that day you die a bit.Love is yours to take and … More

Sonnet XLIV – Plans Best Laid

Perhaps if heaven hinges on Our Plan,
That paradise designed may need a tweak.

what will the waves do with their fury?

Paint the scene now, before ship takes a dive.

This is How Love Is

For in the end,
Love Runs to Us,
Grasps Us,
And Refuses to Ever let Us go.

No Shovel Required

Snow falls and then melts

Fractured Faces

Safe
in our certain
Somethingness…

Obscured

I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And … More

Then I Will Bring a Boat

It seems my friends have Sorrows fit to Drown;
They’ve just enough Pure Joy to stay Afloat.

and.

This is how it will always be.

Sonnet XLI – Christmastide

It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.

Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS

You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.

Then What?

In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome.

Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”

Unwrapping the Gift of Wenceslas

I have to be honest; I’ve never liked this carol much.

Sonnet XL: Refocusing

The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.

Sonnet XXXIX: On Advent – VI

I wait for joy. Again, this year, I wait.