I've taken to jogging at night, often under a dark garden bed of stars peeking out of the upside of the sky.
“How Can I Really Change?”
This question rattled in my brain as I ran through a snowstorm at night.
The soft snow hardens to shiny white concrete /
I am the cup / Not the water / Not the Potter
I wonder if caterpillars’ new years’ resolutions are to be the biggest and best caterpillars. They might never dream of flying. Their dreams crawl on the earth, but their Maker has a different design for them—to take them to the heavens.
Peace over the river / flowing in the city of God
Heart, mind, and body captured. This is me, resting in a special chair, looking up from the words in my hand, dancing inside at the thoughts and feelings flashing in my mind’s eye.
O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?
Running is more than exercise; running is often our default when God is in the picture.
a series of poems inspired by Psalm 63
The Leaving begins innocent enough
Water / Wheeling / Down / Over / Cliffs / Over / Pond