Rosebush

The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …

Evaporate

And he won't go away He's under my skin A part of my system That will not give in. It will not surrender The memory of touch The brightness of smile That I loved so much. I'd hoped it'd be natural A slow dissipation Like water from pavement An evaporation. Instead I'm possessed With faithful …

My Pastor Said, “Timing”.

No matter how Broken You Are, No matter how low you feel, No matter how blind you are, I promise The God of Heaven sees you. On the way home I was thinking about when the disciples asked Jesus why a certain man was blind. It was on my mind because of a conversation I …