Scribbled Canvas

It is not the pulse of the oars dragging into deep and shattering still to stir. It is not the slide that brings you forward and back,...

Hastening river and hushed mossy green, you, unaware of my presence, unconcerned with my adoration. My heart abundant and unscarred,...

There is a relief in having your smallness laid out before you.

He sits across from me today, I saw his story last week as well, only from a safer distance. There is sadness in his eyes, an emptiness...

Did you hear the bullets cry a hatred heart 50 lives destroyed Did you hear the the nation roar senseless acts embed our core Did you...

As certain as the sun rises in the east and rests in the west, so assured is true north. Safely we rest in the knowing that it is He who...

Hearts are not made to be won taken as if by conquest by some overwhelming force. They are only made to be given away gently and freely,...

hireath (n) a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostagia, the yearning, the grief for...

Sometimes life gets messy. Sometimes we or others make choices that result in a confusing muddle of emotional color, colors that bleed...

You curled into my arms once upon a time when tears, fears, and sleepy eyes brought you there. How I miss the warmth of your soul safe...

Walls will find us in this life walls and fences and so many reasons to give up, give in. It is up to us, and only us, to climb them, to...

I visit her often my mother of nearly 100 years who sits in timeless pause, absent of her surroundings. Dust accumulated furniture with...

The rain falls gently as night’s dampness gives birth to thirsty flowers in the park. Sleeping bodies lie upon dampened cardboard bed ...

Something sacred dwells here, its message speaks…… Hands that hold hearts, gentle be your grasp, light be your touch, full be your reach....

I know not your name, but I can feel you in my chest. I know not the curve of your face, or the tone of your voice, but I already love...

Here it lies before us - another year, unturned pages linen stark white, preface and epilogue and we, the scribes. What will we...

In the autumn of life when leaves cling fiercely to each other aware of the imminent fall to winter, I reach for your hand. Snowfall...

Autumn is painting change everywhere, And I, a season of my own.

Days, moments, years… clock movements interrupted or oiled by people, events, choices, and the inner voice that speaks my name ...

If you want to be like me, I will guide you. If you want to be different, I will wait. ~ God #Faith #lifelearning