This child limping
Long for Jesus’s power
To heal with a touch
poems & photography
This child limping
Long for Jesus’s power
To heal with a touch
A joyous privilege
To watch these children grow up
Perhaps be helpful
Fatherhood is an amazing privilege. Watching, not just my son, but all these kids around him, grow into these interesting and amazing young men and women fills me with pride and wonder.
“My dad is dying”
My son’s friend was telling me
“I don’t want to go”
“Not there when I needed him”
Dreadful thoughts for a young mind
Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.
‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.
My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.
Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.
I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty.
Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend.
It’s not quite six yet
Which I still find “too early”
The boy’s in high school
I’m still adapting to the high school schedule. That will come. That will come.
Clothes,
Simply…
Just clothes
Arguments burst forth
And I cant….
Children fighting
Like this thing
Defends innocent
Lives
No willingness to
Give, to attempt
Anything outside
The preconceived
“I won’t find
ANYTHING” in this
Place I’ve not yet
Seen.
Frustrated at my
Failure…
No understanding or
Trusting in my
Experience
All I’ve done
All I am;
Worthless
I am tired
It delights me so
To see the kids around me
Make better choices