On Playing the Piano

Our hearts stay locked inside until we find the keys. Then our fingers run where words could never go. –

Sunset Meditations

Soft and hazy light tinting the air with gold— the sweetest moments of the day like a tapestry unrolled across the sky tonight. The sun is saying goodbye— a warm wash of rose gold above the mountains, enchanting to behold, and yet I want to cry. The sunset fills my eyes, but the […]

October

Changing winds tousling trees, leaves that jump and run the streets, pumkins and spice and football and Keats, blazing sun–90 degrees.

I Find My Friend

Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with my life. I cannot emphasize this enough. Also, it means nothing. Literally. This is what happens when you listen to too much sappy pop music, and think “I could do THAT.” Performances of the song are welcome. But the name of the band MUST be “Parakeet Moon”. I […]

The “Impossible” Place

I don’t like this place— dark as space without the stars. This maze of bars has trapped us all, and we must fall in gravity’s hold for men have told our certain fate. But wait— isn’t this God’s land? – […]

God Most Beautiful

Oh God, most beautiful, arise to shine upon my weary ways, transform these shadows into light, and turn familiar tears to praise. – These days stretch on like endless night, weigh heavy as an iron chain when I forsake your kindnesses to sow my heart with seeds of pain. – But You are glorious in […]

I Hide my Hope in Christ

To the tune of : “I Love Thy Kingdom, Lord” I hide my hope in Christ— the Lord of all my days; the One who framed eternity and taught my soul its ways – I never knew His grace I never sought His throne. And yet the Father turned my will and made me Christ’s […]

Perspectives

Stay by your worries and they will become mountains, towering dark across your path— too big and terrible to cross. But our vision becomes so easily distorted, and the fears we see so clearly are only scary caricatures of reality —the closest things always look the biggest. Stay by your God, and He […]

My Glass House

I walked my walk up to a house of glass and up the crystal stairs that gleamed and shined with sun. I walked up to a house that was my life, and hardly knew what I had done. – The walls were mirrored: reflecting, liquid worlds, that whirled around their world: my presence at their […]

The Painter and the Canvas

“Just paint it any way you choose,” the well-intentioned voices say. “Just make it beautiful today; This space is meant for you to use.” But on this canvas, I’m so small, and the brush is awkward in my hand. How will my work turn out as planned when I can’t even see it all? […]