Mornings and Coffee

Snow falls
A gentle peace
And scales are ripped off
As I scream
The beautiful end
Will have many bitter ironies
along the way
I commit my soul to God.

Ripping Scales

Not better yet
But I feel a change
Against my will
(so to speak)
And thank God for that…

A Note on the Road

What do you do
when you are the problem,
in your life?

When your greatest obstacle
is clearly
yourself…

How do you manage
not to give up
When what you are fighting most is you?

“Create in me…”

Another day to live my life
But how can I make myself believe?
That this really is my life–
And what does that even mean?

Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck outside
Watching someone “live” a life
Unable to slow the ebbing tide
Or dry a single drop of strife.

I see this person do these things
Good and bad and in between
But disconnected still I sing
And still I wonder what it means.

Living life is hard sometimes
And sometimes turns to all the time
I’d like a break from these times
But fire raises dross.

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