Sounds of my dysfunction…pales in the silence of snow drifting. A prayer for forgiveness grows silent among the echo found in seclusion. Among the shuffling timbers, I hear more than what is apparent. Stumbling around my humanness…I grasp the acoustics … Continue reading Sounds of Drifting
A caretaker…she had asked me about…how I feel about…prayer. The room enclosed, sterile, without flair. I bounce the question around my mind like kick balls fluctuating against a solid wall. Where was the ‘good doctor’ going? She knew my truth…yet, … Continue reading Prayer
I thought of happiness, how it is woven Out of the silence in the empty house each day And how it is not sudden and it is not given But is creation itself like the growth of a tree. … Continue reading the Work of Happiness by May Sarton
Regret waltzed in with a raw and damp handshake. At first, her grip felt like a lucky break. She then whispered in my ear… “I am here for you!” Her voice serenely caustic. If I had continued to hold her … Continue reading the minute Regret walks in the Joint
A gate, an elaborate indication of where I want to be. My desire to walk by…equal to the wanting to turn back…and, run. If I enter seeking fortune…all my fears would remain guarded. To keep moving, strife is as inevitable … Continue reading Hidden Host
