spring pictures

Did I imagine you
clear and authentic
or were you a dream, a moment, a thought
pressed to reinforce a memory
of God's faithfulness?
was it potential being seen and known
or a whisper with no address
was it life, breath, healing you brought
or an illusion of promises kept

The memory sits preserved
simply left in the
space between the heart and the mind
which is the space between heaven and earth.


I was writing and thinking about the reality of Jesus' impact on earth, and new friends.

seeing clearly

I feel the tension, the suffering, the numbness; the ache of not being able to do more. it's real, it's a nightmare, a storm, a dream, a depth, a song, an adventure. Be prepared... I'm disappointed in my comfort zone... at the way life doesn't move except the occasional event or purchase. And that isn't always true. but, maybe it's the season. I crave the experience.. that I can't have right now. It just isn't enough. I knew that a few months ago and forgot about it, because I accepted I wasn't going, but there is nothing that compares to it. Nothing here, because it isn't touching God's heart like being there is.