among fruit trees

Evening, and a porch embraced in screen after sister has driven us to Grandpa’s. Remember, those ‘soft-drinks’ and icecream a grandma and grandpa’s house staple treat? We sit inside, and then out of doors as the breeze blows cooler, and robins hop among fruit trees.   I want to run through them, break away from…

thoughts from a restless bird

When it comes down to it I love this time. We take walks in the evening, and sit on concrete steps. I like sitting and listening. Love hearing your thoughts, as we ride in the car, and watch the road stretch out in front. I pray this: That our love, His love in us will…

cooler air

deep breaths and feet on chilled grass where feet have pounded and kicked against the green below.   And cooler winds now blowing from deeper shores to now. hearts awaken in love’s redeeming; pain that I hope never leaves.   Eyes and hands held open His joy stays to re-build, re-fine, and so my soul…

oh heart.

this deep down is frustrating. I’ve tried to let go. I’ve tried to give up. I keep trying. I keep giving up. things like: beautiful music. notes played in harmony and melody. What is this melody? It is the reminder that You are trustworthy. But it still aches. It still hurts. There are so many…

“in the night,” and on the sea.

I know I’ve probably posted the lyrics to this song before, but I stumbled across it in my iTunes just now and thought I’d share it in video form.   “Search me, O God, and know my heart, test me and know my thoughts. See if there is any wicked way in me, and lead…

here.

I’ve got to be honest and say, that right now I’m in a bit of a rut in writing. I’m sitting here typing in Word, thinking through feelings and thoughts…working through stuff with God again…and again like always I find myself without words. I wish words could grasp it all. But I know they can’t….

another from Christa Wells…”how emptiness sings”

I’ve loved this song by Christa Wells for a while now. I love the truth in it, and the metaphor as well. “Glory to God.” How Emptiness Sings (Christa Wells) “Brother, he’s suffered like a tree taken down Wept as he witnessed his dreams carved out And how can a man just keep walking around…

for some reason

….i’ve been thinking of past childhood memories and things that make me feel alive. Past experiences, lovely video-memories, and still photography that is just lodged in my mind instead of on glossy or matte paper…and that’s ok… they bounce around and glance off of each other. and words are the only way to express it….

Be Still My Soul

Tonight I visited Grace Village retirement community with some other Grace Students to talk with the residents and do our bi-weekly “Hymn Sing”. I always come away from this time refreshed and with new perspective about life. Recently I have been thinking and learning about how all other relationships fade away in time, and that…

live it up.

  Let all of this be worship Breathing, holding breath is wasting oh wasting. Take a turn about and spin oh the beauty it surrounds us. Take a shout and throw it up up Up. Why dance, and take a ponder. Who you are, you take and squander oh He He’s given all just for…

Glimpse of the See

grains and toes cold and cool sand-dune shade growing up, this life in-between everything in between Spend time looking eyes seek places to satisfy blue stretched out wide diving gulls swing high here we catch a glimpse of sea Scuttering and stalling scraps amid shells gulls scream for more we grab for manna, not the…

Burning Down

O bird among the whitest lace of flowers , beauty, mercy, grace. holding hands so open held the tears from lonley heart to tell. The glory of this sorrow great shall one day be a crown of praise. Joy and understanding His purpose all along. Dancing amid the shadows, knowing hope has come. Confident expectation….