a flame to lay down

I was encouraged to rewrite this poem that I wrote recently: Your body holds you tighter hourly. Jacob wrestled the Lord’s angel. You have your gasped breaths and throbbing heart. This morning, your eyes bring less daylight, and you have let go, almost, of saying. This less of sight, less of hearing, heralds more. Today’s […]

teaching long of rest and waiting

These are thoughts that I put down as I sat with my Grandma and other family members near the end of my Grandma’s life. She was in her own bedroom and surrounded by loved ones: My body holds me closer hourly It will have me know it fully before I’m fully known Jacob wrestled the […]