Skating

Forgiveness is easy
Like skating on glass
If you don’t peer to closely 
At the wrong

But

If you gaze long and hard
And  consider all the stuff
You might go crashing through the surface
And 
Drown

Abrasive

When the world is too 

Abrasive
Cold
Hard
Mean
Rude
Cranky
Frustrating
Annoying
Sad/Bad

The invitation is always there

(always)

To crawl up on into 

Poppa’s lap

And rest awhile
Awhile


Hysterectomy

The searing heat sneaks up 
Surprises
Roils to a peak
And recedes 
Leaving me 
Tired 
And worn
 And wet
And weak
This poor bodies response to the loss of something core
To who I am/was

Its manifestation of 

Grief



I’m sorry dear body

I’m sorry
I didn’t know what else to do

You know as well as I that 

I
 
Was 

Bleeding

To

Death

Forgive me dear body
Forgive me and


Let’s find peace 

For you

Again

I Dreamt Of You

I dreamt of you
I dreamt of me

You arrived welcome 
(but uninvited)

I called
(fearful)

Beckoned
(hopeful)

come join us

And

You entered
(but)

Stiff
Arms yet folded tight across your chest a

Vain shield around your cold hurt embittered heart

(I’m sad for you
I’m sad for me)



Come Lord Jesus

Come

Heal
Restore
Renew
Make New

As Only You Can Do

I'll wait
Am waiting
Will wait

For 
You




Ghosts

I’m haunted by ghosts

The ghosts who ghosted me

Whispers of 
Loneliness 
Loss

Shadows of 
Love

(unrequited)

Pass over
My soul

And 
Leave

A 
Hollow

Ache

Sunday

Sunday
Sunday
(used to be a fun day)

Sunday 
Sunday
Sad

Now I gulp down the grief
(for all that was lost)

And Go
(to try)

To trust
(because)

---

Because 

Of

And 

In

And 

Through 

And 

For 

YOU 

Jesus

For You

I trade my anger
(towards the ones who poisoned the well)

For forgiveness

For peace

For hope

For faith

For love


For You

Ghosted

How low can you go

Ummm
Well

How about getting ghosted by a
Professional God Gospeler

Woah

Ummm

Well

That is pretty low

As low things go

Even so

Beloved

Let it go
Let it go
Let it go

Late Sweet Peas (for Fay)

Late sweet peas

Brought by a 

Friend in a

White 

Milk glass 

Vase

And 

I

Smile 
(again)

Sniff 
(and then)

Savour summers
(present and past)

And 

Breath in

Hope


You see me
You see me
You see me


Could Would Should

When the things that could be 

Can’t

When the things that would be 

Won’t

When the things that should  be 

Shan’t

I press into You
I press into You

My

Rock
Redeemer
Lover
Friend

Breathe

Earth

I long to lie upon you

And

Breathe in
Latent oxygen
Sheltered in your stones

Restore me

Re-create

Renew

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