life

 Finding beauty

Amidst the pain

The story

Of life

The secret

Hold fast

Hold on

Until the

Storm passes

Or teaches

You something

Restore

 Refresh my spirit

Restore me

Back to 

Calmness

And serenity

Please

Good Friday

 Today 

You bore

A cross

Took on

Physical death

Brutality

The price

My sin

Wiped clean

Slate fresh

Because

You shed

Your blood

creation

 Be still

He says

Ironic the

Only way

That happens 

Is when

I’m surrounded 

By creation 

april

 No joke

April is here

To welcome us

With goodness

And grace

Hello my friend

Be good 

To us

Path

 March

You were 

A month

That tested

Everything in me

April

I don’t know

What even

To ask

Be still

My heart

As I 

Walk along

A path

Unfamiliar

To me

Thoughts

 In the swells

Lashing uneven terrain

Peace is found

For perfection

Is not present

In the Presence

Of hardship

Cracks splinter

When exhaustion

Supplants the 

Need to be

A producer

Yet the need

Is in the

Hands of

Lowly and

Forgotten consumers

Who have nothing

To gain

But a quiet afternoon

Where commentary

Isn’t desired

It’s mission

Is simply being

One with self

And the thoughts

Thought

To be long buried

How wrong

Human

What isn’t met

Returns

To sender