Betweenhead and heartnot yet and nowdead and alivefear and hopetomb and stone A day. Yesterday: it is finishedTomorrow:just as he said,why seek the livingamong the dead?
We are so very good at ignoring death. We push it to the recesses of our minds till it is far out of reach, ignorable as we surround ourselves in comfort, entertainment, good works, power, or beauty. But inevitably it comes creeping back. Perhaps in those moments of solitude, when our phone dies, or maybe […]
We live in an age where it is en vogue to complain about our children. I certainly take part in the laughter of the many escapades and light-hearted humor of child-rearing, but when the overwhelming narrative of our culture is: children are a nuisance, we ought to be careful to guard our hearts from this […]
i am the quotidian sisyphus rolling up socks and bemoaning the mountain of dishes i am a sort of atlas crushed by holding the world of burdens not meant for me i am a frail achilles vulnerable not in my heel but my heart i am no god or hero there is but One who […]
Carry On, Tired Exile, In this Not-Yet, Not-Home. Tripping and rising, and denying and hoping, Tired Exile, Carry On. Carry On, Heavy Heart, Darkness bleeds at the edge and your mouth is full of dirt from your stone Heavy Heart, Carry On. Carry On, Weak Spirit, Unrequited and grieved by Humanity, so much me and […]