I want to thank everyone who has been supporting me, encouraging me, and following the poetry, photography, and mental health videos I’ve been creating here. The past couple weeks I’ve been undergoing some new treatments for my mental health and it has left me exhausted at the end of most days. I’ve been sharing everyContinue reading “A Sabbath Rest”
I write to you here I write to you Be near Longing and Thirsty Quench this restless starvation Not scared Yet holding onto Hope Hope of Your Salvation is Always near Not pain, but broken layers becoming clear See me in my darkness See me in my night See me in my new dawn SeeContinue reading “Poem – You Take Emptiness Away”
Description: My first response to almost every stressful situation is to run away. Oddly and disappointingly God has at time revealed to me that His Way is actually to stay and endure and watch for His provision in the impossible. This poem is an ode to that voice of His whether I follow it orContinue reading “Poem – Stay and Wait”
Description: I wrote this poem in a time of recovery and healing working in Yellowstone National Park. It was what God was speaking to me in that time, trying to lift me out of my spiritual darkness kindly and lovingly. My Darling, My Child, Why do you fret? Why are you so frantic? Don’t youContinue reading “Poem – Healing Hands”
It’s been a long hard road Every day fraught with trouble. I’ve been fight or flight It’s been so long, It could be my whole life. Always fighting fear and pain. Troubled thoughts Trying to drag me into the grave. No room for self No room for love No room for others amongst these thoughts.Continue reading “Rest for the Weary”
I look at you And I shake at the knees Even one day ahead Too much for me to perceive To Control you is impossible To take hold of you improbable Let Go and Let God It’s all that remains.
Some of us are migratory. The creative spark, It doesn’t thrive in in monotony, No matter how wonderful the monotony. Taking off to new lands Where the foraging is fresh Where the fruit is in season Where standing still is never an option.
While his mother was foraging, this little cub was stumbling around through the bushes and downed trees picking berries as he was able to reach them. At times succeeding, and at other times failing and falling back into the bushes. Little bear You are so cared for Your mother never losing sight of you NotContinue reading “Roaming Among the Berries”