“If I rise on the wings of the dawn, You are there; if I rest on the far side of the sea, Your love hems me in both behind and before. You have laid your hand upon me.” – Your…
Villanelle: The Light and the Springtime, A Romance
She sings in color, the alluring Light, over snow-covered mountains, the water, the plains, and all the while, Springtime, she dances through woodlands, under ice, to the lilt of light’s sweetest refrains. She sings in color, the alluring Light, painting…
Morning Tea
I’m waiting for Joy again. She has been invited for tea – and crumpets – if she’d like to visit my warm house this morning. The sun has already arrived, but Joy is late; perhaps the cold night was too…
No.
Keep your chin up. Look at the good around you. You must keep going. God is good, God is good, God is good, God is Good. These are the things you tell yourself to move forward when your heart breaks.…
Burnout
She posted about burnout, and how she got it. I clearing my Reader, thinking I’d skip over her post, but she said, “I worked myself out of being myself…” and I know how she feels. I read her heart and…
Slow Bleed
It is bleeding into everything, the depression that has ripped my life apart again in the last two weeks. I try to gather my wits, try to do what I know is best for my body, but I can’t work…
I Love – And Why
My Eternal King My God, I love Thee, not because I hope for heaven thereby, Nor yet because who love Thee not must die eternally. Thou, O my Jesus, Thou didst me upon the cross embrace; For me didst bear…
Blue
On the one hand, I know who and what I am. I think I have come to grips with my human capacity for change. I say what I think and think the way I speak. But on the other hand,…
Effect
They call it the “Kelly effect,” my friends who want to take photos like mine. They watch me work to see what I’m doing and squeal over meeting me because they have seen my work. They don’t know the other…
Destitute
A brief preface: I’m sorting through a lot of things about God and my faith and church and grace. This post is not aimed at anyone – it is written from my journey, from this place in my journey. If…