Roll the stone away That heart might live, Not decay; And might forgive. Mark the heart with your word; Fill its recesses with your love; Make it light, a hummingbird From heaven, sharing its sweets thereof. Kneel the knee, The…
Roll the stone away That heart might live, Not decay; And might forgive. Mark the heart with your word; Fill its recesses with your love; Make it light, a hummingbird From heaven, sharing its sweets thereof. Kneel the knee, The…
She leaves the book closed to her heart and any inquiry of love. It is a book of paintings– Monet, perhaps, Rembrandt or a scant sketcher of her fancy. She keeps a calendar of every hour of idleness that she…
He returns his thirty silver Coins with remorse, But it is too late for Him. His eyes are swollen From crying and dying, Black circles Surrounding his fate. The hour is getting late. I’ll eat this date Forever. He ponders…
My heart tears and burns and pulls and rends When I cling to sin and turn from Him. Like a child, I push and pull and scream, But I’m fighting a phantom and myself it seems. His noiseless, faceless strength…
Ever agonized over entrees in a “pick two” option from a restaurant menu? What should you get? A salad and soup? A sandwich and baked potato? Or a salad and some mac & cheese? (The dizzying choices leads to some…
Ever had a hangover? Had one this Saturday morning courtesy Starbucks. Not from an overdose of caffeine, rather a full dose of the first shift, beginning at 5:00 a.m., Monday-Friday. Was in and out until 9:00 a.m. (we have a…
We have a tendency of busying ourselves with the business of being busy. Smart phones, tablets, computers of every incarnation, et al. fill our every moment with distractions. Despite all these ways of connecting, we still have a lingering desire…
He tugged at the stubborn match, and then it gave way between his fine fingers. Struck against a brown strip of sandpiper, the match’s white tip burned blue. He rubbed the slender cigarette against the flame. Smoke curled through resting…