I’m tired of feeling thin,
stretched
to the breaking point
But these waves are showing me that
thinness lets the light through Continue reading
I’m tired of feeling thin,
stretched
to the breaking point
But these waves are showing me that
thinness lets the light through Continue reading
Forgetful me remember what He’s done
That nothing has His providence outrun
He spoke: light, dust, breath, soul, man, life begun Continue reading
I have been the hidden mourner
Crying in a room
Sound waves of life and laughter from other rooms
breaking the wet silence Continue reading
At times I feel cast beneath a shadow
A cloud blocks the Light whose name is sorrow
It’s cold and dark in that place
The sun shining bright and warm over yonder but having given up the chase Continue reading