a quiet faith

sometimes, i am exuberant, boisterous even

sometimes, i am depressed, despairing even

but usually i am somewhere in the middle

a quiet faith

[i know that Jesus lived a perfect life]

a simple assurance

[i know that Christ died for my sins]

a gentle remembrance

[i know that my Redeemer lives]

sometimes, that's all i have to go on

early morning conversations

His mercies are new every morning

my heart, you see, is so very heavy

He has promised His love to me

my circumstances are perplexing

His lovingkindness is forever

and i don’t know what is going on

i am clinging to His promises

i have nothing else to cling to

sometimes there are too many words

i tried to tell you

what i thought

what i hoped

what i knew

but the meaning was hidden

in the Words

and i don’t think you know what i was trying to say

tea time - a drabble of 100 words

I used to drink my tea with cream and sugar. It tasted creamy and sweet but it didn’t taste like tea.

I’ve started drinking tea with nothing in it. And now I can taste the tea. There are no distractions or cover-ups.

People tell me I should use cream and sugar, that it will taste better. But I tell them that it’s ok. That when there is no cream and sugar, I can tell whether I’m drinking Perfect Peach or Earl Grey. That the flavors are clear when there is nothing else in it.

Sometimes, life is like that too.

blank page

Sometimes

When I see the blank page staring

And the cursor blinking at me

I wish that I had something

To fill the space with

(the cursor is still blinking

and there is so much empty

space)

waning whispers

wait! i cried but you didn't stop

the rain was falling gently, teardrops on my face

wait! i cried but you moved away

the darkness and i were friends, gentle in this good night

wait! don't go! i cried but you didn't listen

the leaves were changing colors in the darkness

wait! please wait! i cried but you kept going

but we didn't see the transformation

a smoky shadow fills my

eyes

a wispy wonder fills my

heart

a fleeting twinkle fills my

soul

a glimmer, a gleaming, a story

i watched my story's shadow disappear around the corner

and you didn't even wave goodbye