Knotted threads,
Gathered at the edges
and seen from the corners -
Suggestions only.
A wilderness of loosely
tangled, tattered strands,
all dancing,
dancing in supple
silken rhythm:
A single thread,
a hint of blue,
Reminds me -
Binds me -
Sets me free.
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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