Sum of Days

Each life is marked by a series of small victories and defeats. Laughter dying on lips as triumphs melt slowly to sorrow. Joy and suffering, painfully intense then not, drift in and out, as clouds slow-dance each day to dust. Time passes, shoes are switched, roles reversed, backward and forward, round and around again, so…

Your Heart

Did your heart ache for us Since before the world was made? Did your heart break for us Since before the price was paid? Did your heart call to us Through rejection's scorning blow? Did your heart bleed for us Even though we didn't know? The sacrifice The price The full weight Of your love…

A Letter to Myself

My long-awaited Golden Birthday is tomorrow. It seems so weird that it's almost here. Your thirties are so far away for so long that all of a sudden you're thirty, which I suppose counts as actually being in your thirties {gulp}, and the clock still chimes on. It's not so bad, honestly. I am far…

My Daily Prayer

Lord, help me as I stumble. Lead me through this valley of Exhaustion, Sadness, Defeat.  -- Reignite my purpose and passion in you. Put my feet on the rock, So I may stand firm On solid ground.  -- Give me the courage and strength To cry out for help In humility When life is more…

Of those in the forest, which one’s the best? Is it the lion, Brave and strong, In pompous show All the day long? Or maybe the leopard, Beautifully dressed, Happily unmoving From his place of rest? Perhaps the bear With but one wish, Roaming about to hunt and to fish? Or is the deer more…

Survivor

Bound by this name, this description, this belonging. Together, our people surround us, silent as softly falling snow, Marking us. That which went wrong. Those who are left. Names in a paper, holding a face thankfully unknown. The face that haunts my dreams. I still see you. Nothing to it really. Clouds and lead endlessly…

Why I Tell My Daughter She’s Beautiful

"Don't call her pretty, it'll go to her head," or "Call her smart, tell her she's good at math instead." And, "You'll only further indoctrinate her idea of female worth if you comment on her appearance." Well guess what? I call my daughters pretty. And beautiful. And smart. And funny. And good at math. And…