believe – Poetic Meanderings

First Love

Sometimes— when the world is on fire, when we melt- down into a desperate stew of raw emotion to the tipping point of ruins and ashes— despair closes over us, but there is hope, full and perfect, constant and beautiful, the Light of the world and Redeemer of all surrendered, and He calls those whoContinue reading “First Love”

Believing

We sometimes heave a prayer of “why” that leaves us sobbing or wrestles us into a guttural moaning when there are no words for such a chasm-ache. We grapple with circumstance as we go from weeping to screaming to falling into exhausted heaps, mute and dried out, struggling to understand or cope with the now Continue reading “Believing”