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.

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...

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...

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

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 ...

Life is often not what you think it is. People are often not who you think they are. How sad that so many pretend… I fail myself for I...

What would they say? the words, all the words, if allowed to fall upon paper as they fall upon my heart? Droplets of my soul bleeding...

How do you not lose yourself? How do you hold on when perched upon a tree of seasons, adventures, and love fused in the life of two...

Little boys feel it early - the magic. In the October of life, I felt it today, for the first time. It’s rumble announced its coming...

And so, there it lies, soaked in mud of angry heart and victim mind, spread like a blanket beneath feet that thrive on anything ugly. The...

Such are
the matters 
that shatter our understanding, 
 shake our foundation, break our hearts. Such are
 the matters 
that birth...

To those I love that struggle with the crippling disease that wraps life in darkness, blinding and pushing away all the signs of love,...

It is not the pulse of oars shattering surface, dragging deep into water causing all that is still to stir. It is not the slide that...

Lives, moments, time,
 crashing and passing
 without notice,
 without pause.

 A montage of vagueness.
 shadows and light,
 faces,...