Precious

Life is precious. Practice love, love your people: be willing to Move through landscapes With or without them. Hold reverence for time; Respect there are no timelines and that love doesn’t acknowledge now or forever. Instead, trust all things come back someday, No matter how long it takes your people To forgive or come back…

Gratitude, from the Deep Well of Sorrow

It isn’t Syriac, not even Arabic; both of which I love to hear being sung at the Maronite church in Buffalo, New York—with the incense filling the worship hall in thick haze, the parishioners dressed in  black, the back of their hair illuminated by the narrow and tall stained glass, and that sense of high…

enough

  Right now, there is that compelling drive to make those twenty-something hours to Tennessee, to run along the low-hum of dreary mountains into New England and on over to New York, To take my time coming back, through the quiet rocky forests To all those pieces of my heart I left behind in each…

The Unforgiving Man

    I was lying in bed after the night the spirits came to visit again.  I lay there long after the sun decided to came up.  I lay there unable, drained and fatigued, to get up.   Consciousness came to my side to talk with me, seeing that I needed talking. He’s a stoic…

The Unforgiving Man

I was lying in bed, after the night the spirits came to visit again Even after the sun finally came up I couldn’t find the motivation to get up. Consciousness came to my side to talk with me seeing that I needed talking He’s a stoic man, but I can always trust him to be…