“Keep going, don’t give up”, I read. Yet keeping going today, looks something like, closing and opening my eyes; and turning over to my other side in bed. Progress is sometimes measured in the smallest increments. My not giving up today was perhaps seen in the leap of my heart, at the Tui and … More A Poem: Ascension
You paint such colour on my skin, where I saw white in my mirrors reflection, I look again, and you’ve unearthed them. The colours of my soul. I see indigo and yellow, but not the sallow shade of skin, but bright like a finches breast or sunflowers glow. And there’s blue and rose, pink across … More A Poem: Colour
Loss is so deep there are no words to define its meaning, that we can speak. It is empty, like the ringing of a bell gone silent. Or the rush of the bird that all of a sudden takes flight. We are left alone. And that alone, is overwhelming. We can no longer stand up … More A Poem: Wordless
It hurts. It hurts when the shell breaks, to make room for the new. When the husk cracks, so that the green can push through. It hurts when we’re growing beyond what our constraints can restrain. Growth cannot be delayed but pushes through, despite the pain. I would like to tell you that that this … More A Poem: Growing Pains
Except a grain of wheat fall, catch the current of the wind, and lose all sense of direction, to rest in a place unbidden and foreign, it remains a single grain. Yet, unbridled or contained, and at the mercy of God’s faithfulness, it bears the seed for the new season’s harvest. It becomes new bread. … More A Poem: Except a Grain of Wheat
There are some days in which, just as the sun travels from east to west across a blue horizon; I find myself held up, carried aloft, that my clay feet might not touch the ground. I did not know, I was so light, or inclined to be absent? Rather I think it is that you … More A Poem: Borne Up
Living Tree Poetry 