When the wind whistles through my helmet, I sometimes hear whispers mixed into it.
Category Archives: poetry
There’s something happening here… Stop, children, what’s that sound?
“There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear.” Except to the child-mind and -heart
I am being loved
I like that wording more than, “I am loved,” or, “I am loved by God,” or even, “God loves me.” Feels more intimate, breathing with aliveness. “Am being.”
Contrast. Paradox. Fullness.
Light and shadows at once. The dark sides of trees against a lit up lawn and sky. The light and the shade both suck us in. And we suck in light and shadow. We are both. We are neither. We are the full scene. And more. A more without end.
Knots
There’s a phrase, “A knot in my chest.” It is not, “A knot in my heart.” Why?
Partly cloudy
A strange day of mixed messiness I see from my back porch while I sip. I see shadows, and the brightness of sunshine, but no blue sky. Lots of birds singing love songs to prospective mates, and a distant lawnmower’s soothing drone, human industry and imposition of neatness. Messy mix
