{Morning Specters}

Early, before it’s decent to be awake I startle. Up. This is the hour When fear takes hold and when I cannot reason With facts or data.  I seem to be a pawn in somebody’s cruelty. Self-pity, Fear and something akin to panic passes through Me. Whispering, wailing and contemptuous. Still, if I’m fortunate, and…

{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….

Random Sadness (a poem)

God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts in our pains: It is His megaphone to rouse a deaf world.     C.S. Lewis Random sadness cannot be shaken or filled up with things that may have worked before food or drink, distractions of children, hard work, general busyness, exercise,…


Originally uploaded by M e l o d y Memory   believes before   knowing remembers. Believes   longer than   recollects, longer   than   knowing   even   wonders. ~ William Faulkner