Dogs and daydreams

 Sweet summertime 

Dipping toes

In the pond

As I sip

Cherry cola

And eat on

Some gooey

Nougat

Only to be

Taken out

My dream

By a pack

Of barking

Dogs

Named

Tebow 

And Bruiser

Will go

 Return to me

Mustard seed 

Faith 

Of a child

Where you are

I will go

Silent peace

 Windy

Sunny

And radiating hope 

Because 

It’s a choice 

And no matter

What

The noise

Around me

The sound

Within me

Will be

A silent peace

Alone

 You make

Me feel

Not so 

Lonely and alone

I open 

You up

And take

A ride

So melodic

And harmonious 

I leave 

My issues

And drift

With each 

New page

The companion

Whose devotion

Leaves me

Spellbound 

The power

To transport

Without leaving

Home

Summer night

 Guitar strumming 

Bonfire crackling

S’mores making

Ale sipping 

Ocean swimming 

Frolicking in

Late summer’s

Night bliss

Drunk on

Happiness

And moonlight 

Mind

 God

It’s me

Or is it

My anxiety 

That has 

Me on speed dial

Pandemic paranoia

Here again 

When will

I inhabit 

My own

Mind again

Cake

 Woke up 

Thinking cake

Is perfectly acceptable 

For breakfast 

It’s where

I’m at 

Right now

Pray

 They’re are

Some special people 

Who could 

Use prayers

Would you oblige

This honest request

Sweet treat

 Rainy day

Sweet treats 

Shopping

And staying dry 

And warm

In a cozy blanket 

🎉

 Grateful for breath

A voice

That speaks 

Because 

Others 

Can not

When God calls

You obey 

Even if

You’re uncomfortable 

With each word

Comes insecurities 

Mixed with

Perseverance 

Those you know

 Love your enemies

So clear

So difficult 

It is

So easy

To love

The stranger 

And despise

Those you know

Capital

 The biggest question 

I’ve had

Is God really 

Making a difference 

Through me

Does my openness 

Help anyone 

I need the

Pain 

To be worthwhile 

It’s almost 

Like 

Am I 

A good 

Return on investment 

Lord

Society 

Has made

Question 

How much 

Is a

Life worth

I don’t know

But I don’t 

If we

Wish

To make

Jesus 

A capitalist 

Character

 God

You know

Me so well 

That I retreat 

To books 

To escape 

And probably 

To remind 

Me of 

Your faithfulness 

As I’m reminded 

Of past words

My own

My fears

Haven’t changed 

And it’s annoying

Then I remember 

You’ve stayed 

True to Your name

And Your character 

Can

 New day 

New words

I can

I will

Because 

That’s the voice

My Father 

Demands

After

Too much 

Of a defeatist attitude 

Myself

 I don’t forgive 

Myself easily 

I don’t let people 

In often

I don’t want 

You to see

The mess

I’ve become 

Pray

 Three AM

Tired but can’t sleep

Right now

I’m in 

A holding pattern

Don’t know 

What I want 

Or need

Feel the need

To explain 

But don’t have 

The energy

Nice

 Sometimes 

The greatest grace 

I give you

Is when I 

Remain silent 

Because 

I’ve lost

The ability 

To say

Anything nice

Story

 It took strangers

Who turned 

Into friends

To unlock

A soul

Soften 

A heart

And tell

A story 

Worthy of telling

My own

Write

 I write 

Because I 

Have something 

To say

I won’t diminish 

My value

To inflate yours 

Disability is 

A pain 

You don’t want

To hear or see me

I’m relegated 

To being 

A warm body 

In a cold world

Joy

 I’m taking up

A role

I never thought 

I would 

You surprise me

At every turn

With every breath

You make me 

Uncomfortable 

And that’s when

I do 

My best work

For you 

Shackled

 Shackled

Chained

Enslaved 

To a narrative 

I didn’t make

But allowed

Nonetheless 

Fly

 Fly

Soar

Never 

Apologize 

For

Who 

You

Are

Acceptance

 When you give

Yourself to just be

You realize

You are healing

From a trauma

You always 

Denied existed

Tears fall

Not of sadness 

But of bittersweet 

Acceptance and relief

That you no longer 

Feel the need to pretend 

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Pray for 

A precious family

The Harwells

Thank you 

Fear

 Dressed in

The essence

Of the Spirit 

That doesn’t flee

In fear

But rises

In faith

Thank you

 Good morning 

  It’s Friday 

It clear

And calm

After a night

Of storms

Thank you

Lord

Trail mix

 Just me

And my trail mix

Music on

Just relishing 

Silence

On a plush couch

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Me

 Listening to

Fast Car

By Tracy Chapman

Has me remembering

A time

When all

I wanted 

Was to drive

Anywhere

Anytime 

And get away

From my reality

My perception 

Was I needed

To be free

Not considered abled

Or disabled 

And the 

Questions I 

Couldn’t escape 

I can’t now

I can’t be boxed

And I don’t know 

Who it annoys 

More

Me or

You

Pulitzer

 Writing in Lilly 

Preppy personified

Ladies who lunch

And are adorned

With pearls

A southern girl’s

Calling card

To a life

Of refined sophistication 

Riviera reverie

Hermès scarf

Bastide body mist

Coating my wrists

Sunning myself

At a private pool

Overlooking 

The Riviera

And all 

I can think

About is

What to 

Make for 

An aperitif 

Perfect Peace

Right now

I’m having 

To be quiet

So I can hear

The waves crash

And white sand

Burn my toes

Nature 

Speak

So I can rest

In a peace 

That smells 

Of salty sunscreen 

Restored

The organs

Play my 

Favorite hymns

The olfactory 

Is alive

As I 

Sit in

An empty pew

Alone I 

Am not

Speak

When my mouth

Goes silent 

My writing 

Does not 

I don’t recognize 

Who I am

And that is frustrating 

I’m in a fog

Hoping for

Mental clarity 

An inner peace 

That does leave

Retreat 

Or into

Exile 

Ciao

Memories 

Take me

Back

To a freezing

February

Wine drinking

In a Venetian

Gondola

I complained

Of chattering lips

And goosebumps 

And now

I long

For Acqua Panna

Gelato and Gucci

I had a taste 

Of la

dolce vita

And I dream

Of a place

That awakened

A heart

To new possibilities 

Land

Taking a ride

Out in the

Great outdoors 

Weeds caught

My eye

And my

Gratitude 

For what

Is often detested 

It’s in 

The weeds

Where we 

Grow in 

Immeasurable grace 

Apple

Apple picking off the tree the joys off fresh fruit and seeing God's handiwork in action

Lord

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