Everyone is looking for something. Looking for something to hold on to To explain what is going on To throw more light on the depth of our situation Sometimes we’re strong, And we can figure it out on our own Sometimes we’re ok, Even when our guts tell us that we’re not. Most times we just crave company, We wish to banish the loneliness And pray desperately that someone will understand That someone will help us get through. But there is beauty in this search, We may find sola

I had a dream. My church building collapsed. That’s a summary. I hope it paints a clear picture. I’m one to ask a lot of questions – a colleague recently referred to it as being “overly assertive”. I liked that (😂) – whether or not she meant well by it, I agree. I won’t sit through something I do not understand or at least something that no one has attempted to explain. Brutal honesty is my thing and it’s a good thing. We need more of that in the world, but I digress. So my

Tell me what you see when you see me. Do you see what you want to see? Or do you see what is? Look long and hard beyond the veil. What you see is neither shadow nor reflection. It’s alien to me. It’s your misconstrued image of me. It’s something I wish I could be I see a lot when I look in the mirror: potential. possibility. pain. The pain of my past; indelible marks it left behind The potential of this soul to rise above that pain And the possibility of making so