You Make Sense
You, beloved, make sense Your flaws and your bruises Your joys and your pleasures What delights you and frustrates you What confuses and...
Red, Yellow, Black, and White
It will never stop confounding me The mixed messages we are told Like the face of Jesus is in everyone Oh, but there's always a no We...
Breathe Dear One
Breathe, breathe dear one It's ok to slow it down Here let me breathe with you so you don't have to be alone Weep, weep dear one Let...
Dear Pastor
The pastor said it wasn't real Church hurt he said is an excuse He said that I should forgive again And try to read the Bible too Pray he...
My Complex Niche
"What are you looking for in a thearpist?" she inquired. I paused. Thinking through exactly what it was that I wanted and needed before...
Permission to Not Use Words
"How are you feeling right now, Rachel?" she gently asks. The words make sense. The question is understandable. But all I can get out is...
