Potential
and possibility
Blank pages
filled with untold stories
and unmade mistakes
Beginnings
They have that shiny
new car smell,
Even if just a
a journey
or a crossword puzzle--
all pristine clean
and unfilled squares.
They all smell like new
just off the line
All potential and
Possibility
They are nerves
and butterfly stomachs
Jittery
Jangly
Sharp-breathed
Sharp-edged and eager
Let's go, let's go
Come on
We start on the edge
Poised between
Potential
and possibility
A step
A breath
A, instant
Desire
twined with want
Want
wrapped in need
Need
healed by hope
An eternal now
Poised
to start
To go
To let go
To begin
Again
I write, mostly to keep my head from exploding. It threatens to do that a lot. My blog is the pixelated version of all the voices in my head. I tend to dive into what connects me to God, my community, my family and my doubt. I do a lot of searching, not as much finding. I’m good with that. I have learned, finally, to live comfortably in the gray. I n the meantime, I wrestle with God, and my doubt and my joy. If nothing else, I've learned to make a mean cup of coffee.
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