Yesterday was a rainy July fourth holiday from sunup to sundown. A hurricane along the coast kept people indoors and all celebratory events rescheduled. The loud booms, squeals and pops reminded me of this as I lay in bed the following night. My little dog, Brody huddled in fear beside me. The sounds of the … Continue reading On Fear

For a grown man, Dad has an overzealous excitement when it comes to buried treasure. When I was 12 years old we were headed to Pennsylvania for summer vacation. The week before we left Dad showed us with utmost mystery in his tone, a film he had mail ordered. The movie was about a horse … Continue reading TREASURE

     The other day through a series of events I came to purchase the most expensive grapes I have ever bought.  Two bags of un-equivalently delicious organic grapes, one bag of red and one bag of white.  Had I known they were going to cost me so much I probably would not have purchased them, … Continue reading The Grapes of Mercy

Lord Thank you.I'm grateful for your hand at workI'm honored by your SpiritAlthough I don't know how to prayIt seems you always hear itYou step right in, and lift me upwhen you know that I can't bear it.even more you make me fullwith Joy and Love and peaceYour hand stretched out with goodnessFrom every sin … Continue reading Thank You

Lay it at the feet of Jesus Put it in His hand my friend Give it to the One who poured out His blood who ascended to heaven and is coming again   Carry it to the foot of the cross where His work is true and complete Pour out your pain the aroma like … Continue reading Surrender

A Lasting scent  My mother loves to tell me stories of my devotion to her as the youngest child. She generously shares her best memories of when I was desperately in love with all things 'mommy'. "Mommy" was where my world began and ended. A sliver of a moment to learn how to do life, … Continue reading A Lasting Scent

Mourning If Life is filled with wounds and fear Souls that bleed and dreams that tear War and violence Fear and blindness How are we to flourish here? Is it your will to beat us down? Watch us struggle tilling ground That does not bare beneath our feet Supplying bread for us to eat With … Continue reading Mourning

 I stood there waiting. I heard a definitive bell chime systematically as others arrived at their goals. Finally it's my turn. The doors open before me. I step in, finally a move up, a change, a new beginning. I turn to face the doors just as they close. A thousand choices to my right. I … Continue reading MY FIRST WRITER WORKSHOP PROMPT