Golden Harvest

I will plant seeds in the barren soil of your heartache and loneliness. I will water the  hard ground  with your tears, shed in the secret  disappointments  of your heart.  My smile will burn through the your weary darkness  and scatter  the storm clouds.  I will grow a harvest  from what you rejected, wasted, and…

Blurred Words

Tonight I blurred my words and remembered you, fondly. Sometimes when you blur your words with a friend—it heals your soul, and you know you’re not alone. You are not alone. The vagueness of life demands analgesic, and sharing of vulnerabilities leaves the sweetest taste. In the braided arms of convivial moments and beloved friends…

One Nod

In time, you stop gathering things and begin to collect moments. You learn to draw a deep furrowed line in the world to hedge off the chaos and begin to measure life by the wealth of blessing without sorrow and suffering that has spurned evil for good. At long last, you cease competition and cleave…