A Handful of Life
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Sitting. Just sitting.
Sitting and waiting.
It hurts to breathe.
Shallow. Gasping. Gulping at the air.
Trying to make sense of the enigma.
She. And me.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A small jolt,
the dropping of the stomach,
eyes closed at the apex of the swing set.
beyond all probability,
between white mountains and white sky.
Leaving below all that is known
and stretching upward
to things not meant to be fathomed.
between the lives known and loved
and the angels that watch in awe.
This is flight.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Happy Birthday, Caleb!