Dear Father
I’m alone in a very scary place
And I’m not certain how I got here.
I lost sight of the footprints I was following
And wandered off the pathway you laid out for me.

The wind is cold and the sky is dark.
I just heard screeches from the nearby woods
And this path ends in only brambles.
Kneeling on the rocky ground
I beseech the Lord to rescue me.
He either doesn’t hear my cry
Or this is where I need to be
To learn to never take my eyes
Away from the light that guides me.
ljm

jumping puddles
hopping cracks
head down
having fun
temporarily unavailable

We always grow
First tall then old.
While the mind stays
young forever.



Shell ✨🐚

Even the babe
has to detach. It's part of
the birthing aftermath. As leaves
on the trees in the fall

blow off their colors, red,
gold, and all. So, every branch stands
naked against the crisp autumn
air. And the ground is a blanket

of leaves flying in pairs. Two threads
of yarn woven together, a weave,
unraveling and separating. The
green is now fading into yellow

and blue. Not part of the same
hue. But just as colorful a strand -
not stranded together.