From One to Three

Lonely me was one to be and then I saw the Three in me He showed His face in the the frosted trees, in the first yellow sign of sundown. The showdown of the nastiness directed at me. And now I know my mind and soul He’ll keep while I sleep in deep rest andContinue reading “From One to Three”

Pudding Pot

Rolling over in bed, I pinched myself and woke up with disgust.  Oh man, how could it get this bad, I thought.  Only a few years ago, it seems, I was wearing tank tops and shorts and flitting around the house with happy energy.  Now I’m just a sloth.  And honestly, I have a sneakingContinue reading Pudding Pot