Poetry

I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…

I Got Nothing…

As I sit in muted silence The incessant ringing in my ear Thoughts of This and that Dissolve…

Our shapes are soft. Our edges round. The boxes will morph, and keep us bound. They will push…

Late in the night the only light, shines from the forsaken Christmas tree. Each forgotten little sparkling white…

Wrapped in fatigue Strength a million miles away Trusting in my faith Dawns tomorrow a new day Fear…

Just because you don’t see anything happening doesn’t mean that something isn’t happening. ~God The battles we face…

As we enter the second week of 2015, I have found myself hiding. Hiding from the world, from…

His ‘grace unveiled’ each morning shatters my theology. Morning’s GRACE Brightly shines Into the dark Of my heart…