healing

  • The Hem

    From “All The King’s Men: A Poetic Treatise On Healing” by Jamie Lewis. I am tired of fighting shameIts shadow chases meI reach my hand to touch HimAnd just as I feel the hem of His garment-A single thread within… Continue reading

    The Hem
  • Repairing the Nets: Rules of Rest

    This proverb is often attributed to Steve Jobs. It is a valuable way of thinking. It certainly worked for him. But what does it mean? Are we to keep busy merely for the sake of societal or perceived spiritual self… Continue reading

    Repairing the Nets: Rules of Rest
  • Promises

    Embrace the promise of Spring. Look with hope toward life. Continue reading

    Promises
  • The Vessel

    I am a vesselBroken, Scarred, EarthernHaving walked through Narrow PlacesPressed by walls of my own makingCrushed, Beyond RepairPowder, DustFranctured, I lost heartHeavy, the shadow of shameYet heavier still The Spirit of MercyHovering above the chaos of my soulMoving across the… Continue reading

    The Vessel
  • Labyrinth

    Birds aren’t meant to live in cagesNeither are peopleBut there she was: Trapped, uglyLosing all her feathersMoltingPlucking the feathers one by oneFreeing space for new ones to appearIt was painfulIt was hardPerhaps she could be beautiful againI knelt beside her“It’s… Continue reading

    Labyrinth
  • The Healing Power of SONlight

    She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent.… Continue reading

    The Healing Power of SONlight
  • The Playlist

    Are you in a battle? Fight the battle with praise. Allow yourself to be honest with the hurts, the hopes, and the fears. Allow the deep parts of you to cry out to the deep parts of the Spirit of… Continue reading

    The Playlist
  • Vulnerable and Exposed

    She appeared wounded at first. Perhaps she was merely tired, vulnerable. She landed silently upon the fence railing and then glided to the ground just below the feeder. She wobbled a bit as she walked and her wing seemed bent.… Continue reading

    Vulnerable and Exposed