My Monster and Me He goes where I go. He sees what I see. Then he tells me to do things that just aren't me. I know what I ought to do. I know what would make me free. But my monster he sees things much differently.
God is there in our mess. He's not afraid of the crap we've made of ourselves. He doesn't balk at a little dirty work. He sits in the flower bed, planting the seeds, pulling the weeds, removing the pests, and watering his creation. He prunes the excess. He shapes the vines. He watches his work … Continue reading God is in the Mess
It is well even when you can't sleep It is well even when you feel trapped. It is well even when you can't see. It is well even when it's not.
Pop Culture is our new religion. Its Orthodoxy is taking center stage on social media. Be with us or be wrong Forever.
Disguised Blessings Well-laid plans waylaid, they fall Standing at the bedside of a broken day and it goes on and on and on and on and on
Her life through my eyes Until her eyes can remember.
I wrote a poem There are some small words in it It's not any good