There will come a time
When one must slow down
To release the reigns
Not only feel the wind
But stop & smell what it brings
A shift in season
Seeing that change brings suffering
Yet also beauty
As the autumn brings death
With glory in its leaves.


Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
On this All Souls’ Day
We plead, we pray
We call Your name
As we step on leaves
Whose time has passed
They slowly rejoin the earth
Allow our hearts to feel
The sorrow of loss
Yet the hope of Your light
As eternity peeks into our shadow
A small, burning ray
Into a vast, deep cave
I feel Your hand join mine
You call us forward
Each painful moment to feel & share
Your love.

To be somewhere
With a history
A presence that has grit
Memories that linger
Ghosts both friendly and haunting
Sitting on a porch swing
Meeting someone for the first time
Hugging them goodbye
As if you’ve known them forever
A person who asks your child their name
Looks them in the eye
And actually remembers, cares.
The connections between people
That is what will hold us fast
That is what will keep us from falling apart.

I’m thirsty for whimsy
Something to snap me out of this haze
How can I find it
Right where I am
I need to be present, grounded
But my heart longs to lift away
Dreaming of a different landscape
A spontaneous adventure
It’s all talk
All planning
The reality is that it’s unrealistic
So instead I write
And tuck away the longing
Forcing myself to find magic
Here in front of me.


