After this long walk

it would be so romantic --


to give him a hug.

I allow resistance to remind me of my growth.

I’m tired,
heartily sick of failing and trying
of jumping and falling and crashing not flying

A Daily Christian Poem Series Leading to Christmas 2025
Introduction

Each day, a spark.
Each verse, a prayer.
From the turning leaves of September
to the manger’s quiet light,
we gather joy, not as escape,
but as witness.

This is not a countdown.
It’s a pilgrimage:
toward Emmanuel,
toward the Word made flesh,
toward the holy mischief of God-with-us.

Some sparks will rise from scripture,
some from sidewalk grace,
some from the ache of waiting.
But all will burn with the promise
that light shines in the darkness,
and the darkness has not overcome it.

So come,
bring your candle, your coffee, your longing.
Let us walk together through psalms and puddles,
through prophets and puppies,
through grief and gladness.

Let us strike the first spark
and watch joy take root
in the soil of our days.

Laying on my back
Looking up into the sky
The sun is so bright
I keep asking myself why.
Why can’t I feel
the warmth of the sun
Just Be happy try
Having some fun.
I am putting up barriers
I am stopping the flow
Im Not letting this
relationship
blossom and grow.
You lay beside me
And hold my hand
The warmth from your sun
I don’t understand.

Flowers bloom

only for a while,

teaching us

to value life.

They bloom

to remind us

to smile,

when we forget.

even from the timber road
well above the farm

there was no mistaking
the fox

a bright flame
bounding up

and down
through the pale green stubble

of the autumn rice fields
hints of red

and orange already tint
the green mountains

our shadows stretch longer
as winter grows stronger

we ease
across the surface

of the lake
the wind

gently erasing
our wake