An Untitled Poem For The Now Time

An Untitled Poem For The Now Time

In a climate that is rife with confusion, cultural malaise, and catastrophe, life can seem so...unmanageable.  Topsy turvy.  I have laid in bed many times over the past few weeks catching tears with my fingertips and willing myself to remember something good, something holy, something hilarious, something righteous, something...right...

Ruins and Restoration: Where Ego Leads

Ruins and Restoration: Where Ego Leads

Getting knocked to your knees has a way of humbling a heart's posture.

It is a rectifying thing.

Pedestals kicked from beneath me lead me back to the rivers I was once embarrassed to visit for healing.

It is a purifying thing.