I am the paint brush you are the canvas.

i want orange beards
knots in my hair
sweet fruitfull tears
Colorfull patterns
music in my ears
then i lean out in the world,
and grasp

resting in this…


God is good, all the time…and all the time, God is good.

grieving and hope

Meditating on what it means to grieve and resting in Jesus.

Ephesians 4:30–32. Paul says, “Do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption.” And then he names my sins: “Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.”

poison.

“dance with mystery… change is calling out, i can feel it’s breath. my fears are falling down, right to their death. may they rest.”

neon.

Fading neon lights
yellow feelings flashing under the midnight street signs
i have cold sweats in mid november
i am 81 and there are patterns on my head like lady bugs dancing on the chandelier
with spiders trickling down the inwards of my spine
give me good morning kisses
and burnt orange goodbyes
untill the dandelion wine has gone sour
and no one will be around to answer the door

a once courageous heart.

he believes you will understand:

what is imagined is a delicate image within itself,

and you will discover, that what is hidden is really to be found.....