Late Nights and Bad Memories
It’s a gorgeous, sunny day with blue skies, white snow, and green trees out my window. The driveway could use some shoveling, so I’m sure I’ll be out in the fresh air before the dark descends around 5:00, which feels…
Knock and It Shall be Opened to You
I wrote this poem back in 2016, but I find new meaning in it now. If I could enter your office,if the door were unlocked,if you’d let me in,I would stand in a cornerand watch you work. If the door…
The Best I Could Give
I recently started following a poet on Instagram. His name is David Gates, and today he shared verse that stood out. It relates to the question, When do we, as humans, become afraid to ask for help? As Gates points out, we’re…
Out in the Cold
C.S. Lewis retells the myth of Cupid and Psyche in his powerful novel Till We Have Faces. This is my second reading of the book, and everything’s different for me now that I’ve moved my starting point and see clearly…
Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
It’s a new day and a new year. Like the Roman god Janus, I am looking both ahead and back. As little as two or three years ago, this would have bothered me, because I knew that the past had…
