I forget sometimes/

that alongside achingly hard work/

there is beauty/

then I remember stories of my grandmother/

we never met/

except perhaps in the ether/

before and after/

life/

but still/

she taught me strength/

and still/

she teaches/

beauty

View from my window with cancer: OR Sickness Unto Life

Just imagine/ my perennial failure and refusal to/ inhabit God/ I don’t mean go to church/ or lead church/ or dictate spirit/ I mean/ indwell/ and dwell in/ the Living/ Loving God/ Maybe my failure to do so/ Invites God to inhabit my life/ and the only way to get/ my full attention/ because I just won’t be/ still/ with God/ the only way to make me/ stop and look/ is a form of something/ I once…

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