sun {rise} worshiper

I fumbled through my words as my feet hit the pavement slowly holding their pace – my heart steadily pumping blood to the tiny life inside. “I need comfort” was all I could get out between exhaustive breaths. I don’t often come to you as the miracle worker you are, but recognize your capability. Some … More sun {rise} worshiper

Wildflowers, are we

I picked this bouquet for you Trusting your life would be longer than theirs. They released from their roots with ease, knowing they would soon join the others In His palm – I too, held tightly.   You were my first taste of the black beverage, I needed light cream – You provided. I imagined … More Wildflowers, are we

Listen, mom

I was paid twelve dollars once a week as a teenager to mow the lawn. I remember enjoying the lines I made in the grass, rounding the corners, but mostly, getting the chance to talk to myself. I guess that I assumed that since I was in my own world out there in the front … More Listen, mom