Dear You, The one who feels invisible. The one who wonders if anyone cares enough to look closely yet is terrified that someone might. The one who stares at the ceiling in the dark, replaying the moments of imperfection, the mistakes and failures that now lie heavier than any blanket. The who makes the lists … Continue reading Possible


I slip from bed and dress quickly in the dark, tiptoe down the stairs, pour some coffee to go, and walk into the Florida dark. I hurry to the sandy path that winds into the thick brush, guided by the sound of the sea. I never tire of the sight of that ocean stretching away … Continue reading Sunrise


for words in the dark. for the feel of the path beneath             my feet. for the sound of Your breath,             unseen. for the sunrise that does not             end the exile,             but reminds me             to remember. for the memory             of the long thirst             in the desert,             of kingly … Continue reading Grateful