As The Winter Is Long [a NEW Poem]

In the dreary midwinter time is never-ending and merciless. I chase the shadow’s bright reflections, brittle patterns on the silvery snow. This distracts me from the echoing lament I woke with today. Melancholy sits dismally on my chest, like a lethargic cat As I consider what’s gone wrong with me. There’s always something and I’m…

{faith is waiting, leaning in. a lump in the throat}

It is the prolific writer and theologian, Frederick Buechner, who said: “Faith is different from theology because theology is reasoned, systematic, and orderly, whereas faith is disorderly, intermittent, and full of surprises…. Faith is homesickness. Faith is a lump in the throat. Faith is less a position on than a movement toward, less a sure thing than a hunch….

Longing for Miracles

I had a moment today. I whispered it out loud. “I wish I could turn off my brain.” It races you see.  It pushes and collides, a pinball machine. It drives me. It’s in frequent turmoil, or is that my heart vibrating?  I think so much, I think so hard about things that my head hurts,…

The Second Half of my Life, Indeed.

Happy Birthday to me.   Crossroads by Joyce Sutphen The second half of my life will be black to the white rind of the old and fading moon. The second half of my life will be water over the cracked floor of these desert years. I will land on my feet this time, knowing at…

A Poem: love in the shadows

.love in the shadows. Originally uploaded by M e l o d y Said it before, but I am thankful for my home which is a peaceful haven and for the love I experience there. Love in The Shadows What do you see in the shadows? What are you searching for? I see you wanting;…

A Poem: good dad, bad dad

good dad, bad dad Originally uploaded by M e l o d y My Dad’s death stirred up so much turmoil for my sisters and me. Processing that, I wrote this poem. Good Dad. Bad Dad. I shed no tears today for the warrior who has fallen. Taken down by Cancer’s sword. My heart is…