On a day
celebrating second life,
I am thankful
for the rebirth
in Christ,
that, against all odds,
my leaves again
turn green.
Category: poetry
Identity
How ridiculous
is it
for us
to expect
that others be like us
when even we
are not like ourselves
of even a year past?
Writing
My mind
tells to my heart:
“There is nothing left
to draft,
for it’s all been written.”
But, my heart laughs,
“Come to me
when you think
a thought
that hasn’t already
been conceived.”
Illness
It’s illness
isn’t it
that whispers
to us
that which we would forget:
you were
never in control.
Movement
As long as
I move —
even if backward —
I am satisfied
to not be
stagnant.
Touchstone Tuesday: Poem XX
But, a house changes —
on the good days,
you notice
the sun streaming through the curtains.
And, on the bad,
you hear the darkened corners
calling to you.
Obsession
We dismiss obsession as a negative — as a symptom of a broken mind. But obsession is a life-force that knows what it needs and pursues it without relent. It is the spirit within us that imagines an empire and stops at nothing before building it into grandeur. For what great things were built with half-heartedness or upon lukewarm pillars? Obsession is the spirit of empire.
Forgiveness
Forgiveness
isn’t overlooking
transgressions;
it’s seeing them
in the their
fullest, most potent
essence,
and choosing
to reconcile anyway.
(Happy Palm Sunday!)
Energy
I am learning
that it’s less about
finding energy
and more about
protecting —
defending at all costs —
the energy we do have
for the things
that deserve it.
Rise for Truth
Even if you don’t
rise for opportunity,
rise for success,
or rise for command,
always,
always rise
for the truth.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings 