Empty Pockets

I reached the end of the longest road
And found a tollbooth there
Asking each who tried to cross
To pay a handsome fare
I dug in pockets that once were full
In search of something round
But empty hands came out the same
No payment could be found … More Empty Pockets

To Isaac:

To Isaac: “I love someone that was never born.” I saw that on a keychain that must have been made by a parent as empty as I am. I should have seen your face today, but instead I am using a due date calculator to try to convince myself that maybe I got the due date wrong. I never actually had one, not really. Maybe it’s tomorrow or maybe I missed it already. Even mothers who have lost their child have selfish mom moments. Well, mine is happening right now. … More To Isaac:

The Broken Lighthouse

It’s like the light is out in the lighthouse and I don’t know how to navigate my life anymore. I never had the lighthouse to look at before, so why does it matter if the light is out now? How can someone that I never met make such a difference in my ability to make decisions? I don’t know. I just know that something inside of me changed when I saw those pink lines and I can’t go back. … More The Broken Lighthouse

The Calm In Me

How long will I be seasick?
We’ve been at this for days
The compass is unreadable
Bouncing in the waves
When you asked me to go fishing
I thought that meant you knew 
Where to go to catch these men 
In this great big blue
But everything seems harder now
Each task made more complex
By the ups and downs of all the waves
And water on the decks  … More The Calm In Me

Milk & Honey

It was not some unfortunate mistake that there was wilderness on the path to the land flowing with milk and honey. In the wildernesses I have traversed with the Lord, I have found myself impenetrably close to his side. When I was lost, hungry, and afraid; I clung to my Guide. Now that my belly is full of milk and my mouth full of honey; guidance is the furthest thing from my mind. … More Milk & Honey

Like A Spider

How like a spider am I
Weaving a web to trap my loves
Too lazy to go out and get them
Too distrustful to let them come to me
Too hungry to let them live
Too tired to lure them in
How like a spider am I
Wrapping my loves up tight
Keeping them close
Keeping them stuck
Not letting them leave me
Not letting them love me … More Like A Spider