A lesson inspired by a glance out the window on a stormy Saturday morning.
Tag: love
Lost in the Vacuum
The twinkle in your eye The intonation of your voice All of it lost In the Vacuum The lie in your smile The truth in your tone Again, lost, To the Vacuum Don't leave me here Strange things happen here I am unguided, untethered Reckless, in the Vacuum Words Naked on a page Void of [...]
Behold Her
You don't look at me You used to Though it was never to see beauty Was beauty there? In your eye, I wonder Cracks and specks Errant things All disected and discerned, under your eye All the little things, The desperate things The shame-filled things Left to wonder How desperate I was To have your [...]
Safe Harbour
Rest For you are safe here Though storms may rage against you Trust For you are safe with me I am your anchor When carried away on life's rapids It's fateful twists and devilish turns Look to me The rooted branch, Outstretched and still Firm, in the midst of chaos Reach for me Hold steadfast [...]
Come to My Table
ComeLet us sitTogether,At my tableDrink with meWithout fear Supp with meWith no reprisalsShare with meCommuneWith meSo I know, I am not aloneTogether, Let us be comfortedTogether, We are not alone
Extinguished
The echo of heat is all that remains Buried under aloof neglect The flame went out A great fire raged here Long ago Surrounded by trappings Sealed on all sides by expectations It suffocated Starkly refusing to acknowledge it's existence, It starved Red hot embers glowed Then, fuel met water Extinguishing what remained of possibility [...]
A New Start – Indeed
New Year. New Storytelling Tools.
Chaos: The Birth of Tradition
Beloved memories forged in chaos
Happy New Year!
It has been a heckuva year, this 2022. As I sit with Random, eating super hot chicken wings and we watch Rocky III, learning lessons about family and perseverance, I hope you are surrounded by love, friendship, and family as we turn the page on 2022. My hope for all of us in 2023 is [...]
Benevolent Truths
Recriminations, old and new, haunt corners Whispering doubts Filling empty spaces with angst Inharmonious rumblings swirl in place Howling, empty and frightening Discordant and terrible Harrowing to face the truth. For it's a lie to claim there is nothing left to say There is one thing. Though we can barely bring ourselves to acknowledge it [...]
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