{Don’t Simply Collect Belief, Be Changed}

Life is a dithering between Belief and Disbelief. Walking steadily, drawing Truth toward us like small prized stones found and stuffed quickly into a pocket, along the way. This Walk is unassuming and ordinary; most days are unpretentious, in the hunt for Assurance. Life is full of yearning.  I have learned. I don’t need to fear…

Choosing. (A Poem about Change)

[Being wounded] came effortlessly, like an comfortable sweater she put it on easily, too often. Frayed and worn, pain became her fate. [Being changed]is hard, and only comes by choosing.  An old woman or a toddling child, each must take a step.  It’s faith in the making. Being wounded or being changed comes in the…

Family in Town (a poem about family, loss, addiction, and change)

Family in town and from out of town sometimes means heavy remembering, and just a little trying to forget though you are no longer disappearing. Into the bottle. Family in town means many goings-on, even when you’re sick and tired.  It means running out of money. It means trying hard to make everyone happy.  Trying…