Boring moments don’t really exist

If you choose to look up at the sky

Listen to the old tune that the birdies hum

Learn the names of the bugs

Open your hands, stick them in the mud

What can you lose?

Stillness beats like a drum...

I step down the two stone steps outside my home

My eyes wince from the bright yet cloudy sky

I walk to the only place I know

Music plays, yet not with instruments

The birds sing and chatter their melodies

As the frozen pond before me melts slowly into spring

The trees sway

The frogs croak

My face is red and cherry from the cold

I try to ignore the cars and their engines

Though few and fa...

I found a place where I can rest my head upon the old friend of calm

Where the waters never stop rushing

Not too fast they roll down the hill

Green, yellow, and blue are its colors streaming togther like a ribbon

A place where music floats across the air like a wave in the sea

Wind chimes aren’t needed because the wind drums to its own sound

The sparrows don’t fly, they dance through weeping ...

I used to have a piano that was light brown. It’s wood was worn and cracked and the seat squeaked as you sat down. It was next to the kitchen in the house I grew up in. I would get home from school, hang my backpack above the shoes and run to the piano. My mother would cook dinner in the kitchen and she would tell me songs she wanted me to play. I quit piano lessons a long time ago so I would do i...

We jump in the van, the sky still dark except for the few stars that sprinkle light. Looking out my window, the street seems to blend in with the foliage. 5:00 AM. The world is asleep for the most part, apart from nurses and a select few little kids that can’t seem to sleep in till a decent hour. My eyes feel heavy but not in a way of drowsiness. I feel at rest. From the back row, I listen to the ...

I am reminded of a saying my mom would mumble to herself while cleaning the dusty windows of our old home, or folding laundry for the third time that day. "A man may work from dusk till to dawn, but a woman's work is never done". She would sigh and her eyes would be tired but have a hint of longing in them. It was as if she wanted more. Not more to do, because as she told me and my brother, there ...

I feel gloriously small

like the way a child feels in their fathers arms

Or how a firefly fits in the palm of my hand

A gentle touch

Or locking eyes with a stranger

A kind of small that makes you run after the sun

And even as a storm rolls in I am free

And my feet sink in the grass

And I am praying to my God

As He holds me fast and lights my path

I am not afraid

Oh storm! Come get me now!...

Yellow sunflowers lay on my doorstep

They’ve been sitting there all day

I can’t seem to touch them

What if they fade away?

I want everything frozen

Give me colors that can stay,

Things that can’t be broken

Let me find a way!

Where songs can never end

And stories don’t need books

One breath can last forever

And static are our looks

This seems to be a fantasy

A world so out of reach

For h...

But out from hiding comes a whisper

Light grabs me from behind

My feet were deep in mud and mire

And now they are refined

No shadow wins

No darkness holds

The Father of the sun

The weight I carried such a distance

Has flown away so fast

I can not fathom how it happened

I am no longer cast

So find your way, my doom and gloom!

I now can see a smile

How undeserving one can be

Given gra...

My feet have stumbled far

Past fields of snow and dew

But Your presence is still with me

Even if my thoughts of you are few

I know that I am turned

My back faces the sun

The wind is strong against me

The churning has begun

My God, oh I have sinned!

And followed darkness fast

My feet, they lead me somewhere

But how much I long for the past

In my days where I remembered,

The good thing...