Something New [a poem]

Often, I wrestle with God. I am a doubter.  I regret my own suspicions and fears and I am also strangely grateful. Yes, I am glad. For to wrestle is honest. And I have seen that as I face my darkest hours, as twilight turns to morning and I am awake, still. As I am fighting…

dance on the tightrope of life

That cosmic space where we balance so gingerly, where we so often live between discontent and content. Surely it has a name? Presuming I know, I believe we are meant to live in that space as Christ followers.   If one becomes too content we become apathetic to the cries of the world and to God’s…