Are both tender and harsh.Nurturing and scolding.Encouraging and demoralizing.Sometimes intentional. Often random.Our stories are made possible as muchBy the people that have loved usAs by those that hurt us.Some hands wiped away our tearsAnd caressed our cheek in a tender kiss,Awakening us to the steadying affection of human touch.And then there are hands that haveDealt […]Read more "The hands that mould us"
But they will rarely fail to follow in our footsteps. Pandemics and civil unrests have a way Of bringing out the worst in many of us, Adding fuel to the fires That have already been burning And regardless of which side of the argument you fall It helps to ask the question “What story are […]Read more "Our children may neglect our words"
Is a fool’s errand. In our attempts to build a better world For the next generation Where our kids don’t struggle as we have Or experience the same heartache, We can sometimes find ourselves Running about setting down concrete slabs Along the forest floor, Blocking access to thorny bushes, Cancelling paths known to have snakes […]Read more "Paving the Jungle"
LORD, my heart is not haughty,Nor my eyes lofty.Neither do I concern myself with great matters,Nor with things too profound for me Surely I have calmed and quieted my soul,Like a weaned child with his mother;Like a weaned child is my soul within me. O Israel, hope in the LORDFrom this time forth and forever. […]Read more "Weaning your soul"
It’s crazy how those early years Carry so much. They are “little humans” Like us, but little. Most of them have no bills to pay Or mouths to feed Or points to prove. Little humans don’t respect our boundaries, Nor care for our politics And can disarm even the most guarded amongst us. They are […]Read more "Little humans"