“He is risen!” The headline of the day is flooding our cyberspace, thoughts, gatherings (although limited during quarantine) and hearts. We, as Christ followers, are celebrating a day that is considered sacred within the eyes of so many. Each man and woman in His body has a certain way of looking at this day, and each heart is in it for their own individual reason. … Continue reading He Is, Always.
It may be a kind of confusing story, but I spend time with my deceased father at a local Denny’s restaurant. To start, I don’t have a delusional, schizophrenic malady. He’s not sitting in the booth with me or whispering his voice to me. Not crazy stuff. But, I do have a lot of memories about him while here. Funny thing is, we never spent … Continue reading “Table Or Booth?”
As a silent observer, I often view my world from the outside. In other words, I take the time to examine myself — the practicalities, emotions, responses, etc. Being in tune with me. This morning, I have been observing a recurring, personal fact. This post may be considered a bit morbid for some, but I tend to write from my heart. I often think about … Continue reading Awaiting
What if there were no boundaries? No dividing lines between? No two points of reference? No obscurities to be seen? What if we never lived in emotion? No driving force of fear? Not clouded by the worried mind that impairs what we see and hear? What if we were simply a part of His space? The space we fill with this and that? … Continue reading Unknowns
The fall of the leaves The lighting of sun’s fire The walk within the forest that I do so desire They bring back many memories of what was for so long in time that will never return with family and friend now gone We had our winsome moments around this time of change in years that will never return and this year it feels so … Continue reading In Layers Of Our Time
I visit the places from the wonder years — around the streets and drives of my past. Down the walks around blocks once journeyed. Somewhere in time, they still last. A bit older and a bit wiser — I long for the days with Dad. He lived in the heart of the city, and now I see why he had. Peaceful and quiet neighborhoods, little … Continue reading Days Of Old
The autumn evening sun reminds me of then; The days of the past — I remember when. My life was much different and the moments were bleak. The consequence was not a lesson and inner-voice did not speak. Sequestered spaces in shade with those of my kind. We’d wait for the darkness to alter the mind. Praising and passing our pleasure around. Burying our sorrow … Continue reading Setting