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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Woven Thoughts

Recollections of childhood
Each fighting for breath.
The beauty and the horror
Enduring life’s test. 

Gunshots and flowers
 Evil wrestles innocence.
Both entwined in one heart,
Screaming to make sense.

Mom snapping photos
Of tulips and me.
Fight flashes of fear—
Being lost among trees.

Discovering mortality—
Beauty and life both exist.
Yet the reaper of death
Will demand his cold kiss.

Looming waves of the ocean
Touch soft colors in the sky—
Fear melts into glory
Adding lessons for life.


Saturday, August 10, 2013


God is a God of love,
But that doesn't mean he's easy to understand.
We don't know why He takes away
Those most precious to us
When it seems we need them most.
Why, when some sad old man coughs in pain through his later years,
Does God take our rosy, healthy child
Run over by a car.
But faith clings on
And knows our God is good.
He is greater than our reasoning
He knows the final good
Which will see us saying in amazement
"So that is why,
I could never have dreamed such a purpose could be
In my limited human thinking
God is good,
God is love.
I see it all now."
But we are still here in time
And must trust where we cannot see.
And the tears must flow
And the anguish tear our hearts,
As we struggle with the pain and loss
And slowly move from day to day
Uncertain how to face the grief,
Stepping forward into a different life,
Without the beloved one.

All is Well

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away 
into the next room. 
I am I, and you are you. 
Whatever we were to each other, 
that we still are. 
Call me by my old familiar name, 
Speak to me in the easy way you always used. 
Put no difference in your tone, 
wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 
Laugh as we always laughed 
at the little jokes we shared together. 
Let my name be ever 
the household word it always was. 
Let it be spoken without effort, 
without a trace of a shadow on it. 
Life means all that it ever meant, 
It is the same as it ever was. 
There is unbroken continuity. 
Why should I be out of mind 
because I am out of sight? 
I am but waiting for you for an interval, 
somewhere very near, just around a corner. 

All is well.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Silence, Emptiness, & Confusion

....Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl...It feeds on loneliness and creates a void...Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture...A teenager is stricken and destroyed...

....There is no sound of laughter or happiness here...The little one has thrown in the towel today...Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul...It is futile to hope and dream and pray...

....Emptiness builds a home in this woman...In this girl, this child where hollows have bred...A deepening sea of nowhereness consumes...And eats away at every connecting thread...

....Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,Leaving nothing considered worthy remains...Destined to walk through life less ordinary...Alone, exiled, different and disdained...

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