A song for Rita

She can’t help it, she just oozes Jesus. Rita is one of those people who speaks the name of Jesus as naturally as she exhales.  She wouldn’t dream of compartmentalizing her faith–-everything about Rita cries out “I AM NOT ASHAMED OF THE...

Broken minds and perspective

Chronicled fours years ago as my siblings and I watched my father's slow-motion, heart-breaking end-of-life, this poem stands as one of the most important pieces I've ever penned.  As my heart bleeds words in witness of painful circumstance, I never let...

Mourning to dancing

skies rained terror and blooda nation held captivethen mournedransomed by unassailable Hope. {{In remembrance of 9/11, prompted by Laura Salas’ “15 words or less” poetry challenge.  This week’s unlikely picture featured a ransom...

I see beauty in the midst…

What do you see? My in-law's farm, June 2009.  Walking through a cow pasture, in an area more laden with manure than anything else, I saw this beautiful butterfly who didn't seem to notice or care she had landed in a pile of…manure.  Her...

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