A poem I wrote after months of healing from depression. a cold breeze creeps in mixing with tears freezing limbs and veins weighed down threatening to snap shattered in pieces thawing comes warming limbs reach upward spring rounds the corner green found within nourished by melted tears new life, new branches
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Jesus Hitchiker
Last Sunday*, I gave Jesus a ride. He was a middle-aged woman with a yellow backpack and a cane walking north on Highway 63. I almost missed him. After finishing the second service at church, I was running late for a meeting in Ashland, a little town 15 minutes away. Speeding up the highway, I … Continue reading Jesus Hitchiker
The Word on Church
Stephen Colbert makes me happy. There aren’t too many folks who can make recession humorous. Wouldn’t it be liberating to have a time in church services for "The Word" and it referred to a Colbert-type segment rather than Scripture? The preacher could be preaching but the projection screens show little comments along the way that … Continue reading The Word on Church
It's My Birthday
Today is my 36th birthday. It has been a great 36 years and I hope for another 36 at least. I've been blessed in so many, many ways. I've had the best family anyone could dream of having. My parents are my heros in so many ways and truly my friends, my advisors, my … Continue reading It's My Birthday
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