Do I Know You?

Meeting someone for the first time-

Shake their hand, they look in my eyes.

Eyebrows wrinkle and their nose crinkles-

Have we met before?

Well…

Maybe not specifically me,

But you have met Jesus,

And I am his homie.

Sometimes I look like him,

Sometimes maybe not so much.

But he sent me.

I am sure of this.

Everything

Happens

For a

Purpose.

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Static

It’s all just noise-

Attempts to fill the void.

Futile- inevitable,

What comes will come.

Outside static represses the internal lifeline.

Closed Door

Unknown situation

 Increases anxiety.

What is inside?

Who is inside?

Mumbles,

Shouts,

Unknown sounds,

And silence from within 

Add to the mystery.

Deep breath.

Knock softly.

Open the way

To the uncertain-

Step into the moment.

Thread Memories

A patchwork quilt laid across a bed.

Crocheted doilies and tablecloths folded in a cedar chest.

Handmade garland draped on a Christmas tree.

Reminders of soft wrinkled hands

That will be absent this year.

Memories left for present and future 

Generations to see,

Hold,

Feel,

Know 

The love

The thread preserves.