halfway

Isn't there a little something special about knowing 

You are halfway there? 

Halfway where, you ask?  

Halfway to finishing

Halfway to accomplishing something

Halfway to doing something different

Halfway to the goal 

Halfway to knowing something—anything 

Who knows what the something is

Other than the satisfaction of being all done? 

Or is there something more? 

Do you ever feel a little wistful? 

Sometimes a little wishful 

That maybe time could slow down just a tad

To grasp the second half after halfway a little longer

To savor it and save the feeling for on a rainy day?

And smile

Because you remember how it felt to be halfway 

And there is just something special about 

Being there in the middle of doing 

Creating, writing, teaching, 

Thinking, hoping, dreaming, singing 

Being in the middle of making something 

Out of what used to be nothing 

Waiting for you, and all that you bring, to show up. 

to the bone

raggedy and worn

tired and wishing, war-torn 

pushing on toward light

i am

I am tenacious and giving.  

I wonder if my mother likes how I'm living.

I hear the bells of Christmas Day ringing. 

I see the light when I feel the Holy Spirit's tingling.

I want to touch true freedom.

I am tenacious and giving. 

I pretend I am honestly fun. 

I believe Scotland's unicorns once were living. 

I touch ever so softly the velvety warmth of purple. 

I worry I let red prevail in this life devoted to purple. 

I cry when the blue hues are winning. 

I am tenacious and giving. 

I understand that I am a daughter of God—a queen. 

I say I am sweet and loving but also a little bit mean. 

I dream of good things to come, truly believing. 

I try to be exceptional. 

I hope my life will be be inspirational. 

I am tenacious and giving. 

 

fight on, write on

Every time I try to really write,

A silence washes over me in an effort 

To show me that maybe I need to step back

And listen for awhile, but then

I remember how many days, months, and 

Years went by in guarded silence

Keeping me from freedom and safety and

Saying what needed to be said, so 

I keep writing and speaking and sharing

With a world that seems to not want to 

Hear what I have to say, but 

I will say it anyway, and stop letting 

Silence wash over me without a fight. 

I shall write on. I shall fight the good fight.

precious, whole, seen treasure

PRECIOUS 

We belong to Him, every one, 

Spiritually, divinely—all

Changing, growing, effervescing 

Following Him today—now. 

WHOLE

Working on believing that

Someone like me

Is allowed to be made clean

Permitted and persuaded

Through the redeeming blood

Of the Lamb

To be healed, to be fully loved 

Connected and invited

To not only survive but

To live eternally

Powerfully—

Whole. 

SEEN

Salvation gained through grace and holy love

Given by the ultimate Friend from above, 

One who sees, seeks, and finds the one—

Our joy-maker, our Savior, God's beloved son.

He reaches me; He teaches me. 

He waits for me and for you; 

We are always—forever—in His view. 

TREASURE

Golden moments of faith and devotion

Following the Light, the Truth, the Way

Into the world with strength only He can offer

As we begin to see just what price He paid

As our hearts begin to scratch the surface

On what our Savior sacrificed for us

Because He loves us

And we love him.