My Husband

His curls are starting to show as it’s been a while since his last hair cut. The creases between his eyes smooth as his face changes from a look of concentration to one of contentment and his smile lights up their blueness from the inside. He absentmindedly smooths down his full beard and I note…

Twenty-Something

I get up with my alarm In spite of me …almost defiantly… Preparing to take on the day I push back desires to self-harm Keep myself busy …continue on silently… Searching for another way I appease others with my charm Ignoring my own anxiety …I do this almost perfectly… And keep the mayhem at bay…

My Prayer

Lord, if I walk in search of fulfillment outside of You, let it be a fruitless endeavor so Your truth I again pursue. Destroy for good my strongholds, bring to ruin my self-serving steps. Keep these lifted hands empty, unless I ask You what’s next. Light up my inner darkness, show me my fallen ways….