I thought I saw a glimpseof angel wings with one tear clinging,  or maybe it was my imagination or my dream realized, or so I thought, for in that fleeting brushand drop, a celestial crystal ball of truths;  after all, I write my own future,  and sometimes the signsare only meant to be clues only detectable in the listening of the vision  within that … Continue reading Glimpses

The Past In Your Palm

Natural beach tangleballsmessily woven with care;the tides tidy the past,clean up the yesteryears, least-cherished experiencesready for burial but not at sea,rejected from the oceanto keep the present clean. From the depths, the debrisfrom storms and dune erosionget collected and rolled like snowballsand returned to the shores, sand burial for these non-treasuresheavy in the chestthat successfully … Continue reading The Past In Your Palm

Sea Dance

Barefoot atop the deep waters,white dress and wild tresses flowing,sunken-ship cemetery of the past beneath,I twirl in this present moment.  The sea is mineas my dance floor,and I skim across to my pick of shores;I explore, I vacation, not searching, just jubilationof losingworries and fears,exaltation of the lightnessof the lifting of those stormy years,each moment an eternityto … Continue reading Sea Dance

The Journey

The journey, they say, is in itself the key;I've been downevery wrong roadmultiple timesit seemed, but to surface, I wish I could say unscathed, with the treasure of mein this mirror now heldsacred,  I'm hesitant to lay blameon my past,for who I amwas definitely shapedby every shadowed,obstacle-strewnpath,  and the keythat ended up being mefits perfectlyinto the lockaround your heart;  I … Continue reading The Journey

The Tiller

Trust in the shadows;they are benevolent too, dimming the wrong waysso the beacon may shine through. Listen for the truth;it whispers faithfully through the gale.Turn your back to the blustery lies;the bitterest of winds best fill the sails. You don't need a mapfor an evacuation route;just follow the signsHe's already laid out. He knows all, … Continue reading The Tiller


Valley to valley,shapeshifting sands,mountains slipping downand through my hands,  peak miragesyet they block my view,do not permit ascentfrom the shadowsto vistas of truth,  yet I knewbeyond the traps and setbacks,somewhere out therewas a billowing mast and endless skies of blueand a sail or cloud or bothto take me away to where I knewmy hopes as … Continue reading Harbingers

Blue Canvas

Upon the blue canvasof my dreams,I take hold of a brushand my destiny. Having painted atopa darker past, I choose the brightest huesand happiness. Never actually fatedto the dead-end path I was on, self-shackled, I eventually realizedthere were no locks, and the way I was livingreally upset my Father,but I thought the sacrificeswere what He wanted. Twice … Continue reading Blue Canvas