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A Lament for the Distance
I don’t have all the answers right now, but I do have a tender, listening God—present in the camper, in the distance, in the ache, and in the flickers of hope. It’s okay to be confused. It’s okay to lament. That, too, is faith. So sit here in the sacred silence, not with perfect words,…
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“Inheritance”
I once vowed never to be like my parents. I swore to raise my children with compassion, not control—with connection, not fear. But in exhaustion and despair, I mirrored what I swore I’d break. I silenced their needs, just as mine were silenced. This poem is my lament—a cry of remorse for repeating pain, and…
Echoes In The Current 