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Jenkins seemed to be able to enjoy everything, even ugliness. I learned from him that we should attempt a total surrender to whatever atmosphere was offering itself at the moment; in a squalid town, seek out those very places where its squalor rose... Continue Reading →

l e g a c y

Here's to the wrinkled hands firmly holding each other in front of empty pews. Here's to the recreating of wedding pictures taken so many years ago, same couple, same pastor. Boutineer on her wrist, laughter in his eyes. Here's to... Continue Reading →

but the greatest of these was love

There is a lot of weight to be found hidden behind certain words. Weight that speaks of yearning and hope, of a greater story tearing at the encasing of a single utterance. Forgiven She never stopped,  Never mistrusted the promised... Continue Reading →

Anxious about anxiety

Sounds like a pan full of popcorn ready to blow. And mostly impossible. Not so unbelievable, however, when the knot that sits heavy on the end of your sternum continues to wedge itself between your lungs, pushing the air out... Continue Reading →

Bike ride, a poem. 

Like all things there is an end To time. Seasons flourish and die,  Blossoming again in an endess cycle. Pedals beat a rhythm on the wind And gravel flies across asphalt, still Cold. Summer is on its way but Spring... Continue Reading →

a r i s e

Arise and shine, for your light has come...  This week the excitement of Easter became almost unbearable, so we drove down the canyon and broke branches off the blossom burdened trees. Played that one song too many times and sat on... Continue Reading →

w a i t

My name sake waited. But I cannot. Waiting does not come naturally for me, in fact it comes unnaturally, every fiber of my being fights against patiently waiting. But Hannah waited, and the Lord stooped and heard her cry. Oh... Continue Reading →

The Little Prince and The Story of the Snake Crusher -or- Easter is Coming.

"'It's a little lonely in the desert' the Little Prince said, 'it is also lonely among men' the snake said." And so the book reached its middle and my heart reached its end, slowly crumbling into aches and pains. I... Continue Reading →

e n g r a v e n

What do you do when the ink runs out? Or worse, bleeds and then fades away. When the notes you wrote to yourself all over the palms of your hands are no more, and you forget. The days go on... Continue Reading →

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