in the kitchen i sit at the table
worn out wood with etched-in memories
in the kitchen i watch my mother
prepare a feast with grace and hurry
the pilled apron shows years of expertise
but the burnt bread shows her youth
in the kitchen we pray as a family
and praise God for his provisions
just today, He has given the manna we need
if i only had this kitchen, i could be complete
my family to share, ...
brewed up the just the right environment
the wave of leaves, the fall of water. towering trees, swaying mountains.
all made in his graceful splendor.
and to whom do i give thanks for these elements added? my reaction to it all is awe and wonder.
it’s my place of refuge, arms of comfort.
i’ll give thanks to the creator of love when i receive those provisions as a gift from above. so often i assum...
soft raindrops roll down his face
in the way his tears fell as he expels the truth.
words create emotions - emotions shared by the ones we cry out to.
the intentions weren’t to create pain, but that’s what it produced.
a season of purging the truth.
it hurt his hands as he gripped the shovel to unearth the past.
the hole too deep to fill in back in.
besides, it hurts too much to patch up pain wit...
