The Monarchs Flight Sunny Saturday mornCool water on bright flowersPraising, I look to the skyEyes closed. PonderingA breeze across my faceWinds from the westAirport to the eastJet engines roar overheadPraise interrupted with tearsA week from todayShe will leaveLike a MonarchHer flight to MexicoLate AugustEmerging from a cocoonSpreading her beautiful wingsA calling to homeOr running awayWill […]Read more "Ready for Take Off"
A Facebook post copied here for whatever God has need of. May He alone be glorified by the words and experiences He has allowed through me. I live in SE Wisconsin but my home awaits. Updated Saturday morning: There are thoughts that branch from this post and had me awake in prayer. I struggle with […]Read more "This is U.S."
These thoughts flowed from my heart to a Facebook status today. It asked what was on my mind, so I wrote. A few words jumped out at me in this passage in the parable of the seed sower from Luke 8. Believers and professors of faith in Christ Jesus— take a look at verse 14 […]Read more "Things of this world"
A Facebook testimony To start, a few visuals— The runner who can’t break their personal record. The scale that won’t budge on your weigh loss journey. The gamer who can’t get to the next level. The rock climber who can’t get reach the peak or plateau. At a distance, they see the big picture. Up […]Read more "20/20 Vision"
I like singing! Singing’s my favorite part! — Buddy the Elf I admire people with beautiful voices. I see joy when they sing, even when they sing the blues. It’s a gift. Natural, yet strengthened and refined with practice and training. I sing but not “well”. I know in my heart that if I could […]Read more "Sing"
Originally written after the 2016 election. Still true today. I woke up to realize I wasn’t dreaming. My friends are still polarized. I’m stuck in the middle with you. I still love you all even though I don’t like what I’m seeing. I knew the level of hatred would rise no matter if the red […]Read more "Love Trumps Everything"
I wrote a poem this afternoon titled “Cold Hash“. My mom would take leftover beef roast and grind it together with boiled potatoes to make hash. It wasn’t like corned beef hash. This hash was gray and mushy. My sisters and I would smash it on our plates and write our initials in ketchup to […]Read more "Mum’s Hash"
Before I write about anything else, I need to come clean. I’ve felt guilt as I’ve asked God to search my heart and show me where I keep tripping. It’s like a perpetual game of Chutes and Ladders or the sequence in Ground Hog Day when Bill Murray is trying to change the outcome of […]Read more "Coming Clean"
I wrote a poem this morning— A break from recent evangelical pleas on previous blog posts. You can find it on my new pure poetry blog: THE POET WHO DIDN’T KNOW IT I hope readers are still intrigued to follow along as I put on my whimsical hat and introspective goggles, depending on the weather. […]Read more "Respite day: A poem about bugs"
I’m posting in reverse order as these social media messages were recorded on my personal Facebook profile. A prequel, I guess, of the “Quarantine Chronicles”. Many were written after my sunrise shift at work at a well-known shipping company. In these days, our function was mandated to work. I struggled with the packages passing through […]Read more "Pick one, only one"