The Breath Inside of Me.

Holding space and room to grow.

Finding all one needs to know.

Crouching low.

Then in passing, I let it go.

Goodbyes have happened time and again.

Brought to the surface a new friend.

Through it all, I keep searching

For the one who compliments and respects

me for me and nothing less.

Longing To Be.

In the chaos and madness of life,

tumbling through burdens and strife,

I find myself forever reaching for the light.

Holding the candle in this extended night.

Embracing the day as it unfolds.

Hearing the stories the angels told.

Loving all who come by. Embracing the moment

while we slip through time. Bolden and alive!

No longer living, only to survive.

Longing to be lighter each time.

My Heart Aches For You.

World. In your beauty. In your windy, winding breath.

My heart aches for you.

For all we put you through. For all we expect from you.

For all you give to us. May we show our gratitude. Our love for you.

Our joy and sorrow, too.

Oh, world, my heart aches for you.

In that aching it has broken wide and open. It is true.

Forever Watching.

The sun tucked away

in glorious rose, violet, blues and greys.

It spoke of promises yet to be made.

As it drifted away. Sleep would come

to some. In the morning we would wake

to find the sun creeping up in golden shades.

Wake we must. Today we trust in what our world will create.

Washing us from sleep filled haze to a brighter, golden day.

Words. Unspoken.

Prayers drifted through the air.

Thick like smoke. Glissening and shimmering.

Prayers floated all around. Some higher, lighter.

Some weighted down. All in need of answering.

Sorting. Being heard. How do they choose?

Colored and frail some are. Vibrant and bouncy others are.

Whispy and dreamy. Barely visible. All so beautiful!

How? When? Are they answering?

She looked to God as he looked at her. Chuckling at her expression

of overwhelming awe. Struck by the magnitude of all these words.

Many unspoken. Drifting, buzzing, looking for answers.

Only He can provide.

He laughs. Not overwhelmed or put off. 


Eyes aglow and they wrinkle, just so. Hearty and soulful, the laugh is.

She realizes, all this…all these…prayers, like demands,

float everywhere. Unencumbered by their numbers, he laughs. 

Not at the prayers themselves, but at the joy he receives from

acknowledging these prayers. These thoughts. Unspoken words.

Shouts of gratitude. Whips of WTF. He laughs.

Merrily answering or suggesting. As the prayers hover and flow 

all around.