Bubbles, bursts and blasts Of the purest, sweetest water Tumbling out from an effervescent spring Drenching the feet And soaking the jeans Of anyone standing close by, Reducing burdens Quenching fear Swelling freedom. He was increasingly becoming The kind of person Who ate hope for breakfast And drank deep throughout the night Of the joy He’d […]Read more "Joy"
There will be days when you don’t feel like itNights when tears come too easily,Mornings where the Sun isn’t welcomeDays when you feel like love isn’t enoughWhen your own hands threaten destroy the things you loveClose brushes with death that you carelessly brush off.When nothing can penetrateThe house of stoneYou’ve stowed your heart in.Read more "House of stone"
ScrollingIs sadly therapeutic.Those ten second clipsCan turn into hour long bingesThat make for easy entertainmentSomething other than your problems to think aboutOffering you a seat into someone else’s comedyPrecisely because your own life is no laughing matter.Wasting timeScrollingIs sadly therapeutic.Read more "Wasting time"
It turns out anger is prettySatisfying to keep around.It fortifies your moral high groundAnd distinguishes you from the riffraffWho have no opinion.And people take you more seriouslyWhen you’ve really perfected it,Maybe even decorated itWith a touch of sarcasm.Oh and how delightful resentment is,I can’t seem to get enough of it.It reminds of a timeWhen the […]Read more "For the love of anger"
Some people make the roomFeel smaller.Like there isn’t enough oxygenFor their existence and yours,Insufficient bandwidthTo carry all our intellect,Inadequate fundsFor us to spend our time togetherSimply beingAnd not competing.There’s nothing quite like the feelingThat you are fighting to be heard,Exerting yourselfIn defence of your right to be here,Using precious energyThat could be better usedIn service […]Read more "On fighting to be heard"
Being numbIs not a great way to be human.Neither is being one without boundaries,Without barriers from the harsh elements.We need thick skins-Not to tolerate abuseBut to keep from being unable to distinguishBetween insults to ignoreAnd wrongs that need righting.We need soft hearts-That still know how to cryAnd how to appreciate, deeply,The existence of others.We cannot […]Read more "Soft hearts, thick skins"
Good intentions go awry regularly,Offence is never far,Fear is always close,Misunderstanding to be expected.We love diversityUntil it tampers with our sacred cows,Superficial strides toward unityAre the easiest to make,We laugh at the truthAnd cry at perceived hurts,Routinely undervaluing our treasuresAnd overestimating our shortcomings.Its a lot to be human.Deep breaths are necessary,Apologies need not be scarce,Laughter […]Read more "Welcome to humans"
Doesn’t mean condoning their folly Or overlooking the pain that they cause, But it does involve being curious About where they are coming from And bringing an ear to hear Not just their words but their heart. It is a fools errand To try and change another person, So rather than assuming victimhood And reacting […]Read more "Understanding others"
Our internal lifeRefuses to stay hidden.How we deal with traumaAnd what we think we are worthy ofInvariably manifest themselvesIn the texture of our lives-How we love or fail to loveAnd how we make senseOf the journeys God has placed us on.Much is spoken about the great mountainsThat we must climbBut true freedom is foundIn finding […]Read more "Canyons"
Abound.A never-ending supply, it seems.Even on your strongest dayYour heart can find reasonsTo whineTo magnify unfairnessTo abdicate responsibility.Rising above victimhoodIs a continuous choiceA moment by momentPosture of heart,Reminding yourselfAgain and againOf the version of your storyWhere you are wholeAnd wholesome,Steady on your feet,Buoyant in your heartDetermined in your spiritThat despite the famines you’ve facedAnd the […]Read more "Opportunities for victimhood"