On Hiking

She walked 

into 

the 

forest 

to lose her head

but found again, 

her soul.

She grew in that space 

and came out taller

than the trees themselves, 

full of their majesty 

and peace.

Crippling Entitlement

Today he thought he’d hold her hand 

but there was a crash as the 

stand

fell and the man rolled

broken but not

old

his body was 

 cold.

Wet air in but not enough out 

he retained it all 

yet couldn't

recall

the name of his son.

One by one

the levels dropped short 

as his heart

fought 

and his family grew 

fraught 

while @LozzaFox

caught 

a ball with a friend and said 

"I am a fierce liberal and I am wrong."

Let me be

  Let me be little.

Allow me to wander unattended in a field of green and 

make daisy chains.

 Let me be little.

Allow me to swim unfettered in a whirl of blue and

splash the fish.

 Let me be little.

Allow me to fly unhindered on a swing of red and

kick the sky.

 Let me be little.

Allow me to run unchained down a road of hope and

not look back.

 Let me be little.

Allow me to sleep and not weep in my bed,

where I wish I was dead.

 Let me be little.

2021

When all around is noise and sound I can abide.

When death abounds and fear is found I can speak life.

In whatever moment, day or year I find myself I want this to be my choice, and my story.  

“We look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.”

This isn’t a burying of one’s head in the sand, a pretence that pain isn’t real and that suffering isn’t grievous. This acknowledges that awful truth and yet still calls us to a quiet within, to a joy that transcends. To a hidden sanctuary of peace and hope that remains undaunted in a world that would try to snatch it at any moment. 

Let this be my unwavering posture in the year to come, whatever it may look like.