The Black Hole of Lost Love

My daughter, Elya, wrote a poem she titled, "The Black Hole of Lost Love." Her new painting illustrates the poem. She presents an artistic perspective of unrequited love and love we leave behind.

The Extraction

When shards of life slice through our souls and lodge in our hearts, character flaws form and fester around these painful experiences: We find ourselves overcompensating with ambition for injuries to self-esteem suffered in childhood.We grow suspicious and cynical because of abandonment suffered from disloyal relationships.Negative experiences with churches, employers, or organizations sully our trust …

The Loss of Innocence

“I want to write poetry that heals the soul.” Last night, my daughter, Elya, expressed this desire after she read her poem, “The Loss of Innocence,” to me. She is exploring the idea that self-forgiveness breaks the cycle of shame that perpetuates addiction and abuse. Her desire is for those who have suffered from abuse …

The Gift

There is a moment of expectation that precedes creation of something new. Our spirit quickens when the gift arrives but also fears the unknown. Perhaps some new art project we’d like to tryMaybe a class that tugs on our heartA new friendship we’d prayed for and yet hesitate to pursue Sure, we can extend the …

Christmas Choices

This morning I awoke thinking, what if love were a choice that we made every day and not just on Christmas? We choose to believe when we are afraid. We choose to trust when our faith drains away and only hopelessness remains. We choose to love when our heart fills with annoyance, anger, and hate. We …

Invisible Guide

Spent a lifetime searching for you Unseen guide eluding grasp Only remnants of your presence Miracles seen in my past Yes the trail of all your wonders Strewn behind my tender steps Evidence of glory's sunder Though the path before me kept Blindly I will surely follow Seeking for your shrouded will Down through darkened …

“If” by Rudyard Kipling: A Guide for Living and Relating

When my son approached manhood, I gave him Rudyard Kipling's poem “If.” No other poem seemed to say all that my mother’s heart felt needed saying in order to prepare him for success in life: If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you …