all i want is to writeas i balance accounts at workas i brush my teeth at nightas i lay my head down to sleep as i run in the morning light the words buzz around mewherever i golouder and louder until i can’t hear anything elsethey float around meuntil i can’t see anything else. clouding …
{so many faces}
so many faces, maskingso many stories, brimmingwith so much pain– no wonder we all look away when we meet each others eyes.
{confession}
they tell me to turn my eyes upon Jesus,but his is a face I cannot see.What color are your eyes, Lord?Do you like to smile, or do the burdens of this worldmake you weep?Do you have scars on your face, or just on your hands?Do you look like your Mother Mary?Do your features expose your …
{what i’d like to be}
I’d like to be the mattress that you lay against each night,the sunbeams in your window that wake you up each morning,the mug full of coffee that you hold between your hands,the water you shower under, falling over your sturdy frame, the flannel that you love that wraps around you all day long,the seat-belt that …
{grandpa}
I liked to walk with Grandpahis steps were slow like mine,while my brother and sister would race aheadGrandpa would stay behind. I liked to hear his storiesI’d listen with shining eyes,as he spoke of the navy and growing upand told tales of better times. I liked that my Grandpa laughedwhen things didn’t go just right,when …