Monday, April 20, 2009


We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is a habit.


Saturday, April 18, 2009

For we walk by faith, not by sight.





[we regulate our lives and
conduct ourselves by
our conviction or belief respecting
man's relationship to God
and divine things, with trust
and holy fervor; thus we walk
]



Thursday, April 16, 2009

social commentary/my calling

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Remember how the leaves turn bright yellow and red?
The greens start to fade into brilliance.
And brilliance continues to fade to brown and grey and decay
Hm. Excitement too fades into dullness and death.
I’m always amazed at how quickly everything transpires.
Happy, brilliant, terrified, dead inside.
Spring does come again.
Sometimes in the same moment

Monday, April 13, 2009


the lord is uncovering my heart songs. they are many and quiet. soft and whispery.
the process reminds me of watching the sun rise while i steam milk
mostly no one notices until the sun is blinding us
and then it's still not acknowledged. it rose. it made the effort. the sun sang and no one noticed
they just complain
my heart sings. softly and whispery. and mostly i don't notice.
or haven't.
and if i did i complained because desire burned my unseeing eyes and deaf ears

but the lord is uncovering my heart songs.
and i'm noticing the effort
and am not blinded and burnt by their existence


i don't know what i'm doing with them yet
maybe tattooing them on my hip bone
maybe just writing them down
one by one by whispery one