Cracked Pots

Hail tends to complicate things.

It’s hard to bloom when chunks of ice are hurled at you from the heavens.

But maybe being holy requires some holes;

Complexities and realities and plundered petals equal cracked pots.

And we all know that

Cracked pots leak Light…

“But we have this treasure in jars of clay…” – The Apostle Paul

Bleeding Heart

Bleeding heart, who cut fair vein, and left you here to bleed?

Who plied the knife to wounding’s drain, through heinous, depraved deed?

Who dropped the ball, who left their post, that villain access gained?

Why are you gutted by the ghost whose hands with guilt are stained?

How came your fragile lonely heart to hang on futile sleeve?

Who plucked it down with loathsome dart and tore your make-believe?

Where will you turn, where will you find the comfort that you crave?

O bleeding heart, there is One kind, Whose strength can make you brave.


 Shy one, open up your heart,

You don’t need to hang your head;

Life was cruel from the start,

From a wicked hand you fed.

Know that what you learned back then

Doesn’t represent the Truth;

You will need to learn again

From teachers wise and less uncouth

That yours is value beyond gold,

Who you are is beautiful;

Your flesh to highest bidder sold,

But soul stayed free, and pliable.

 Bloom, sweet bud, embrace your life,

A pure and holy work of art;

Leave behind your pain and strife,

Your Maker holds your hurting heart.

Life is Beautiful…

It’s been a tough year.

I’ve had my hands tied behind my back, and been forced to learn things I wish I never had to know about.  Things I would like to relegate to the dream-world, where nightmares creep.

But when I look up, and notice that I am breathing, and take in the sun and rain and breeze, and see spring finally on its way,   I remember that this is enough.


And that, after all, is beautiful.



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Faces of Peru

In all the vastness of the billions of people on this orb we call home, in every expression, in every heart, there is a spark of the creative genius that drove God to replicate lesser images of Himself…In this, there is beauty.   How is life beautiful to you?