Pain’s Proudest Moments

Pain is worst when it shouldn’t be here

When it arrives on days decked with garland

When faces around glow with cheer and

Carols, well wishes all you hear.


Pain is most debilitating

When it’s a foreign thing

When it invades off limits relationships

My imagined world on its axis tips.


Wide swings pain with a blackened swath

Bathes home, and dreams and past.

When it colors over prisms of love

Reflections of joy, dreams of comfort.


Pain stings most when it has been lurking in shadows

When it strikes at everything that should be its antibody.

When hurt overcomes last bastions of resolve

And slings my soul upon the floor.


Pain hurts most when it’s slow.

A seeping chill from inside out

Damaging tender tissue, so touch’s sensation

Is blunted for the rest of time.


And sometimes there is nowhere to turn.

Sometimes, it leaks under walls and doors of protection.

Sometimes it invades safe haven and sanctuary.

Sometimes pain is unavoidable, healing a mirage,

And hope disguised.


And sometimes, courage musters its strength only

Through sharing pain

With a two-dimensional page

Drinking in the ink, swallowing, memorializing pain.


Pelting Life

See a flower, pelted by rain, scarred by hail. See

A bloom whipped by slicing winds, scalded by unquenched mid-day sun.

Yet it yawns wide, breathes and stretches, unfurls. Delicate, indestructible arms

Reflecting glory.

Then time and age, waste and days, then longer days and rain no longer

Revives. The scoff of storms yields no more growth. A season dies and she sleeps.

Peace beneath muddy crust till a new season of trial and storm,

Growth again, of new glory,

new color, deeper roots.

Between the Two

Left and Right

Red or Blue

Every opposite

Glaring true.

A choice at every juncture

A fork in every road.

Coffee or tea

Black or cream

Finite, simple they all seem.

But how far reaches

An unprayed choice?

To tomorrow?

Plucking sorrow

From today

For future tears?

Or with caution


Time, quiet, prayer

Can peace be stitched

Between each day?

To knit together

How rough

A patchwork of

Supernaturally blessed

moments, choices.

A blanket of righteousness

Submitted to authority

Bigger than my own.

Choices, red or blue.

Hope buried in each

Adventure trims their

Rough edges.

To choose is God-like

To see both sides.

My Love Letter

A friend of mine, Charles Mashburn,  introduced me to this blog today. I’m intrigued, so this post is an interruption of our weekly programing to bring you, One More Love Letter.



(Magic in the Backyard hosts a weekly Friday Free Write. Please check it out. The above header is featured on her site. )

Dear Friend,

I imagine you’re feeling a little lonely today. If not, save this letter for a day when you are.

Believe me, as a fellow woman, I know: nothing needs to change, the light only needs to reflect differently on the water, a speck of eyeshadow cascade into your eye. Maybe you stub your toe, blink twice or wish you had eaten cereal for breakfast instead of toast. NOTHING needs to change for your peppiness to disappear, the spring in your step to be sprung, your whistle while you work to fade, your happy-go-lucky to go somewhere else. That’s the nature of being a girl – moods.

But think of it, that’s a comfort really. When you know that you simply FEEL one way, that nothing is any different from the way it was when you FELT another way – you can live through it!

“Hear me when I say it: if Loneliness needs to visit then waste no time in pulling up its chair. If Sadness wants to dance today, get on those ballet shoes. If Tire and Exhaustion are demanding that they sit beside you on the train, let one take the window seat and the other the aisle.
They’ll be leaving soon. They’ll make their way out. They won’t stay forever, though it may seem that way right now. But you, you just keep on going, knowing that all you are doing is absolutely enough. You are doing just fine.” (quoted from Free Write Friday)

Remember that time you sat in a circle of glowing sunshine? Then you looked across the street to see your neighbor’s house bleary behind a curtain of pouring rain. The cloud bursts never last long, but in that moment there is undoubtedly a rainbow. Your momentary loneliness is a cloudburst. Somewhere, just across the street, the sun is brilliant, and if you want you can walk right over there and bask in its glory.


Arches over the street where you live.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green,

Your loneliness is not as it seems.

Blue, Indigo, Violet,

Every sunrise has a sunset.

Today will soon spin into tomorrow,

The globe round once and joys will borrow.

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Know this, dear one, you have a friend,

Tears, raindrops, sunlight blend,

Into a rainbow.




One Day to the Next

A delightful morning of 68 degrees.

How you confound your creation with

Tsunami-rash changes of tone, texture and shadowing effects.

One day an abrasive yellow orb

Scratches earth’s surface with scalding rays.

Flowers pine for refreshment  and people hid in shadows.

On its heels pursues a gale that pitches grit across the sidewalk.

Leaves escape their branches and scurry to messy piles of friends.

We predict a storm!

Red sky, it happens every time.

Batten hatches, sneak to bed, ears craning for claps of thunder.

Hush small one, can you see tomorrow?

A yolk cracks on eastern sky and

Begins to thin the chill.

Stillness permeates the waves

As earth bows to Sovereign will.

(Ps. 96:11-13, 97:5)