To thinkwhere darkest nights have taken this soul,and how thinthe membrane between lifeand death, how loudthe Accuser has screamedto pierce the membrane and throw me through;yet hereI stand, with no reasonbeside You and the sheerleap into faith that saved,the softbelly of love into which I fell;so hereI stand, with myeldest in my arms whilehe reachesContinue reading “Chesed”
Day upon day is a rising struggle, a bark in the dark and a claw at the leash. If you see me blackdoglike with my paws scratching frantic, then take my dull aching in hand til I’m still.
Too simple. The copers always say yes until the last and the question’s sincerity must be matched with the moment, the timing devised for the heart to respond: no hallway exchanges, or coffee machine chit-chat. Space is required – a safe place to land when sand bags and bubbles collapse. Too late to be askingContinue reading “Asking”