Beams of gold-flecked light sift through the trees as if through a sieve Reflecting the hidden glow in my soul It pulses like a heart, a candle in the dark, as I Weave through this mysterious forest at the birth of dusk And I’m learning how to trust, forging a way through this dirt at …
“But I don’t know where I’m going,” I say, patting the imaginary blindfold over my eyes. I swear I can almost feel the fabric there, covering my sight. “Oh, but yes you do!” he says, strands of his hair flapping in the wind. “You see the ocean before you, you hear the call of the …
Beauty in the Storm The hail dents the earth as the little one sleeps Light in the droplets turns the window into diamonds And I marvel at the beauty of the storms— How the thunder speaks rage and yet my heart can find peace How the babes know they’re safe because it’s always been that …
Like mist on a roaring night He came in through violent cries Soft, innocent, simple Like a snowflake on your cheek And yet he held Earth’s destiny in his tiny clenched fist Bright star, dispelling hopelessness, The promised King came forth in innocence Peace confronted violence And yet his love was brutal and his purpose …
When storms arise, we always have a choice. If we live our lives basing every decision off of what makes us feel the most comfortable and what is the most familiar, the storms of life will always catch us off guard because we’ve been depending on our expectations. So when those expectations get shattered by …
