completely honest

Effort and focus and 

Perseverence carve the way

Before me as I scratch away 

A little here and a little

There to be seen by 

Who knows who but still it keeps

Me at it in the moments when

I could quit. 

I could never speak or write

Another word these days

If I let myself take a minute to

Be completely honest 

About the way life is. 

The silence of absent love

Has become a strange comfort

To my broken heart. 

The hope I always have for 

Someone to be mine has

Been packed away into the space 

I used to hold for hearts

That never were mine. 

And I tread softly around

This space I hold for quiet

So as to never disturb 

The remains I locked 

Away in order to 

Save my precious heart

From obliteration.

 

please

remind me,

please. 

remind me what it 

could be like to be

well loved. 

remind me that it

can be fun to 

be beloved. 

remind me of

something I have 

never had but

need. 

remind me how

you feel to be 

close.

remind me 

to never 

give up on

love.

light is everywhere

Glinting off the water

Hints of future good hit 

Our eyes with intensity and 

Fervency and unfailing devotion. 

Shining in reflection on 

Paths ahead that are promised 

Keep the soul from weary a little 

Longer, more. 

Humming at the thought that

Joy is in the air, 

Light and lovely as it goes, and

Progress made is happiness

Gained.

Singing for the dawn of something

Special that has always been there

Yet is now seen, 

Light becomes comforting and serene.

Lisa

Loveliness was in her very demeanor despite how life

Pushed upon her precious mind. 

Graciousness and understanding set upon her 

Like the dew belonging on lilies at dawn.

Patience in the suffering of this existence seemed

To come as second nature with this earthly goddess.

Intelligence and beauty, she had it all as the world

Kept turning and time kept running upon the rocks

With her heart needing a rest, and now

She rests with all our love held onto

For now. 

para mi cuñada

use it well

Time is a big investment for 

Some insomuch that they avoid 

Using what they are 

Given. 

Time passes through us with or 

Without you using it 

well. 

Eventually, time runs out for

all. 

And then—time becomes irrelevant.

faithfulness

Believe in something 

More than what is before you

Restore devotion

gift to myself

The desire to create something worthwhile gets to 

Me when I look at what

Others

Have been able to do with less than what I have

Been given and enjoy 

Yet

In that desire I find that I hold myself back from 

appreciating what I do 

Write/right

And I take a step away from it all and really 

Look

At what and who I am 

Then breathe in 

A sense that I am doing something 

Important 

Even if I am the only

Beneficiary

unrestrained

Since when is breathing something 

More than a subconscious action

That we simply do because we 

Need it, yet now all I hear about, all I 

Know, is how everyone seems to 

Be forgetting how to breathe, so it is no

Wonder why love is having a hard time 

Getting on the stage of life, this 

One life we have, right now, not

Later, which means you 

Need to breathe 

Right now even under

All the pressure, all the

Problems, or all the 

Happiness can and will

Be suffocated under 

All the strain of being 

Too caught up in this crazy, 

Unrefined, unloving world, when we 

Need to be unrestrained

In love and take one another's 

Breath away with 

Love.

love renewed

buzzing. vibration.

get into tune. now listen.

harmonization. 

run

Pierced. 

From the moment we met. 

Pierced with feelings that we 

Cannot run from. 

Matched. 

Like the king and queen 

Of hearts. 

Quite a lovely pair. 

Scattered. 

By careless actions. 

Scattered like sand in an 

Hourglass about to run out. 

Bound. 

Throughout time and space. 

Bound to find each other one 

More time if we dare. 

all creation

The sky seems to understand 

The aching heart that does not

Understand itself. 

The stars seem to know 

Just what to say without

Any words at all.

The rivers sing to lovers 

When it might not sound like 

Anything but rushing waters. 

The mountains call out, even beckon, to 

The lone and lost of

This chaotic world. 

The earth beneath our feet 

Grounds our thoughts and lifts 

Us beyond the space we occupy. 

The air we breathe has joy and

Love and forgiveness for 

Our bodies to absorb. 

The light touches on the 

Soft spots that hurt a little too 

Much, until all is healed.

All of God's creation seems to be in perfect

Harmony of thought and deed, working 

For our good. 

darling you

Ponder what you need, 

Darling. 

Is it kindness, gentleness, or an affectionate 

Embrace? 

I wonder if you know what I need, 

Darling. 

Perhaps, today, it is compassion, faithful companionship, or

Your kiss. 

Let yourself wonder at what could truly be—not some dream, 

Darling. 

Feed yourself the gentle love you need, so you can share some

Love with me. 

Open up your heart and give yourself the long awaited chance, 

My darling. 

Partake of the loyal love you have within reach, and 

Take my hand—soon. 

it takes you

It takes a lifetime of looking toward

The light to find the strength to discern

Goodness when it gets so bright you can hardly 

Fathom what you're seeing. 

It takes a heart that wants to challenge

What you've always known and watch 

For truth in something new and very 

Different from preconceived notions. 

It takes one honest step in the direction of

Your everlasting dreams of love and light and 

True happiness to find the joy you've always

Known existed without knowing where or how.

It takes one sliver of a breath of courage to 

Be who you know you can become if you 

Just stand up and do what is right and 

Let God prevail in your life. 

today

Today made me examine the varied things I need from 

Myself and the people I care about. 

Today gave me the piece of precious quiet I needed for 

Being able to keep going on this path. 

Today sang me a song of loyalty and hope as

The future unfolded before me in each slow moment. 

Today forgave me for yesterday's thoughtless

Mistakes, providing me a chance to love. 

Today waved goodbye as the glorious sun went

Down, showing me that tomorrow will be good. 

she smiles

She used to pluck the petals off the

Daisies that had the bad luck of 

Crossing her path. 

She used to wish on the night's first

Star brave enough to

Shine the brightest. 

She used to hold her breath for a surprise, yet

Now she knows nothing worth waiting for 

Comes from wishing.

She does the things she knows will 

Bring her joy. 

She takes as many chances as she can that

Only come once. 

She looks ahead with enthusiasm and 

Hope and smiles. 

patience

hold onto the love and joy and 

peace and beauty all around singing 

into hearts and homes and 

the entire world as we

reach for one another and 

listen to each other and

give patience a chance 

to do her work 

for beauty and peace 

and joy and love

to have a place to 

hold onto

inhale

Inhale

    Exhale

Inhale

    Goodness

Bring yourself 

    Forward

Pressing forward toward

    Joy

Inhale

    Exhale

Inhale 

    Positivity

Take yourself 

    Outside of yourself

Learning outside and 

    Growing

Inhale     

    Exhale

Inhale 

   Time

Take some 

    More often

To breathe so you can 

    Live well

    

hope in spring

Sun shining, flowers blooming in an 

Explosion of spring coming toward 

Us and we hardly know what to do 

First with all the new and surprising 

Things giving fresh perspective and 

Hope for good to prevail as the 

Buds pop on the trees into new leaves

Tulips radiate gladness in the shade of

Evergreens and scattered amidst the 

Chaos of the spreading ground cover 

That somehow withstands the trampling

Feet of tiny humans and animals 

As we all lean toward summer while

Breathing in the glorious spring at hand

say more

not sure what to say more when

it seems as if I've said it all at least

a million times

speaking of love 

speaking of faith

speaking of heartache and 

pain that keeps coming at

the world while the world

doesn't pay attention 

saying all and nothing 

yet I keep on speaking because 

somehow it seems important to

try, important to be heard even 

if only by myself

and the angels who attend

holding light

holding onto light is not 

a thing that is possible really

we can allow it to surround 

us and fill us and saturate our 

entire lives as we seek it

and as we find eternal light

it works upon our souls 

changes us, in a way 

makes us, creates us anew 

maybe we do get to a point where

we can hold it when

light is so much a part of us that

it is found in every fibre of our 

hearts and hands as 

we emulate the 

One who made 

life possible

the tide

mad rushing in of the tide

the unforgiving tide of the past

pushing on the present destroying

the future one day at a time

we hover in our place of refuge

from the fears that do easily 

beset us though we try to not 

let them do so 

but the rushing in that knocks

us over as we reach for just one

fresh inhalation of something 

different, something 

new, something that

will put us on a better

path that isn't subject to

the ever rushing in of the tide of 

memories that keep rising to 

the top when all we need is for 

them to float away and leave us

alone

so we won't be 

alone

to be

Running into time and space like 

A white rabbit on the run with 

A golden watch and cup in hand 

Heading to the party on 

A golden Monday afternoon 

Enrobed in tiredness and franticness

And thinking all looked aright yet

As the days went by, the more bites 

Of DRINK ME or EAT ME were partaken

Of, the more the years fell away and time 

Didn't seem to hold her hostage and she

Could breathe more naturally and be. 

meet me at the intersection

Join me in the intersection 

For forever, even when it feels dangerous, if   

You will see me as I am and recognize

You belong to an us we

Haven't fully realized 

Yet as the world keeps revolving 

Around this invisible us 

In this life with no regard for

What has gone on before or

Since we keep meeting like 

This in an intersection of 

Sorts that repeats itself 

Surprisingly yet right on 

Time, time and time again.

scratchings

 

Writing, writing, writing into 

A corner in the room filled

With elephants and tigers and 

A lioness or two 

Scratching at the walls created

By time, circumstance, and 

Procrastination unfettered as

The days run into nights

And the mess they've made has

No rhyme or reason or sense unless

You count the lessons learned along

The way to growing up 

Learning to be good and right 

As all is set aright and the writing 

Comes more naturally and the 

Scratchings make more sense. 

to take pause

She heard his heart somehow cry out

In the middle of the unfamiliar silence 

Between them like 

An alarm sounding through 

The ages gone before and 

What shall continue on. 

She absorbed his cry inwardly like

A mouse afraid to scamper into

The light despite knowing 

Everything would be alright in 

The end as they take pause to consider.

She felt his heart beating beside

Hers in the grandness of 

Eternity waiting for loving actions

Of genuine free will. 

She noticed her heart growing as

Fear changed into a beam of light

Providing the luxury of taking pause. 

Her heart might cry and his might go 

Another way, but today it will be alright. 

beauty

Beauty is in the details of

This life that sometimes even 

Ofttimes does not seem so 

Beautiful unless you examine 

The threads with care. 

Black thread, grey thread, 

Purples, reds, and even green, 

Have a common thread of golden 

Roped around and in between every 

Single thing. 

The shine and shimmer can barely be

Perceived when the seamstress busies 

Herself with the grey of the day, yet 

They are there, waiting for you.

Beauty looks like waking after a long

Night of struggle and tears

When the sun comes up and warms

Our slumped shoulders and

Lends us energy anew. 

Easter Morn

Light and life and all 

Given by One who loves us

Sacrifice divine

you are okay

It really should not be this 

Difficult

To keep breathing and living

Each day

Or should it?

Maybe we are supposed to 

Feel

Maybe we need to struggle and think

Each day

What do you think? 

Your experience matters 

100%

Your ability to cope 

Each day

Are you doing okay?

If you can answer this question

Yes

Maybe everything is okay

Each day 

Will you remember and just breathe? 

every turn

Don't mind me

I'm just figuring things out

As I go 

With gusto

Time keeps running out

At every turn

And the turns 

Are unceasing 

And somehow 

I keep going

It doesn't seem possible

Yet here we are 

Running in a race 

That isn't a race

Walking, not fainting

And learning at every turn

belief

a hope that keeps you afloat

in times that keep you wondering

about everything that might be true

and everything that is 

a word, the word which

hits your heart and flips a

switch in you

keeping you in 

the arms of God's love

a choice