Feb 14, 2018 | Lent, prayer
For twelve years plus three, O LORD, my heart has been bleeding and for the same season I did not believe it could heal. For twelve years plus three, O LORD, my heart has been breaking and for the same season no one would touch it lest they break too. For twelve years...
Feb 16, 2015 | love, poem
What I long to say is Walk beside me but what I would really mean is Don’t, for your shadow will likely spook me and I have too many of my own ghosts to welcome another. Much better if you walk one step ahead, so that we share in the illusion of affection but in...
