Burdened Heart
Burdened Heart I sit here with a burdened heart, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, unable to separate myself from my own thoughts. Dwelling not on the past, negative, or the…
Burdened Heart I sit here with a burdened heart, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, unable to separate myself from my own thoughts. Dwelling not on the past, negative, or the…
In recent weeks I have been thinking an awful lot about the end of days, whether they are mine, or anyone elseβs. Not in a morbid sense, but in more of a reality sense. More…
One way I often hear people relate to getting older is by learning, hearing of, and discussing news of friends, family, and loved ones becoming ill, or even passing away. In that regard, I am…
I can’t help myself, and I really don’t want to, if it means that I should stop thinking about the kids, the parents, the school faculty, the first responders, the families, and the community surrounding…
I sit here at my keyboard tonight, trying to procure rationale from the chaotic swarm of thoughts swirling in my head; In doing so, I try to separate the thoughts of anger that bubble up…
I know we talked, I remember our conversation. I was certain of our focus, our cerebral participation. The truths we discussed didn’t vanish when the silence began. But rather they need to be with us,…
No matter the time. No matter the place. No matter the circumstance. You are not alone. From the human, earthly approach, someone, somewhere, has probably been there before. Or at least in a situation requiring…