In quietness alone
the answers come

There’s nothing left to do
There’s nothing left to invent
Or discover

When the morning comes
With her long red tendrils
And her bright shining eyes
And her tender dew

When I was young,
My prayer was
“Please God make me beautiful.”

I’m nothing special.
When I die,
monuments won’t be erected
parades won’t be held
there won’t be a national day of remembrance.

I go to sleep 
I wake up
I’m not tired
but I’m not rested  
Just an everyday zombie

How much pain can a heart hold?

A man buried to his chest 
crying out for his wife and children
who are buried under him

How did you get so fearless, she asked. 

I figured out the formula I said….

You know when 
your prayer 
changes from

“Dear God,
Please make this 
stop happening”
To….

It was three weeks ago today that the hurricane came. Three weeks ago today the hurricane came and washed everyone and everything away that was no longer for more.

I promise you

You don’t have to wait 
For the flood to come
To start your life over

What does it mean to lose a house?
I keep telling people
We lost our house

Tell me. 

Go ahead and say it.

Do you know what it feels like 
to lose 
everything 
and then realize 
that it really 
wasn’t 
anything 
at all?

The floods came the morning of our 10th wedding anniversary. While we were in Costa Rica toasting to what comes next, the water came and took everything that had been.