Fellow wanderers, This poem was written after attending a socially distanced funeral for a church member who died from COVID-19. I know the pandemic has affected us all in different ways. It’s been rather close to me, nearly taking both my aunt and great uncle. There was something about this Spring that I needed to… Read More A Moment In May (A Pandemic Poem)
If the God of the universe grieved, and indeed still grieves for us, then who are we to say it’s not okay to grieve?
Let Jesus hold you in His arms and give you hope. Hope that it won’t always be like this. Hope because He is healing your heart, even if you can’t see it. Hope because He loves you. Hope because He understands. Hope because He is with you.… Read More It’s Okay To Grieve
I like to say that poetry doesn’t give us answers. Rather, for every question it does answer, it asks five more.… Read More Unanswered Questions (Poem)
There is beauty in this
Death
For though
Blossoms
Fade to never
Shine again
There is another way
Through death
Life will rise again.
I’m not going home for Christmas this year. Not by choice—I love being home with my family gathered round at Christmas. But my family has been forced to flee our beloved home because of mycotoxins which made our Lyme’s disease even more complex and harder to treat.… Read More He Came to Bear Our Sorrows
Crimson isn’t always so red Sometimes It isn’t Blazing at all. That flame of life as Vibrancy fades Is preceded by far less Brilliant Green which Holds real growth and life. Leaves Burst into Fluttering reflections The warm sun and the blue sky Join in This their Child: the lifegiver. Which somehow as it dies… Read More Crimson’s Protest (Poem)