God lightens our burden
as soon as we put it down--
He picks it up.

I clean my damaged soul
for the image of the Perfect
even in you

the dust of time
settles on my soul--
for God to touch

quietly, the finger
of God writes in the
dust of my soul

rag in hand,
I imperfectly clean
the dust of my soul

impatiently waiting--
lusting for your life's blood--
a vampire bat

sometimes the security blanket
is too heavy
to let in the light

hidden under the blanket,
one must choose-- security
or light

dark and sticky
oozing anguish and heartache
restricting all in its path

rich and firey
gives way to chocolate brown--
stored sweetness

sweet and fragrant
in the cold morning air
jasmine tea

Screaming yellow leaves
appear suddenly among
the abundant brown

Fussy toddlers scream.
Hoards of teen girls run by--
Friday at Walmart

Forgive me, Lord
for my mind sometimes sprouts wings
and flies away.

pounding raindrops
seeping paralyzing cold
into my heart

Moving forward,
we step out in fear--
together.

people are mirrors
held up by God for us
to see ourselves.

In the deafening silence
God Speaks.

I advance uncertainly,
yet balanced and centered.
I do not fall.

angels heal
in the hidden
mists of sleep