Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
"There's lemon juice in my bones." The only way I knew to describe the pain as I grew. "I'm a dog, tail between her legs pouting under your table." My response to God's rule. Sometimes letters together form words flat linear toneless plain. Better to explore with metaphor. As Lewis mused of tunes we've never heard… Continue reading Metaphor
I “teach” a preschool class at my church a couple times a month. It’s not really teaching, it’s an effort in preventing total rebellion amongst 4 year olds for 1 hour. This poem was sparked by how God always uses those kids to teach me what it's like to be part of his family. When… Continue reading body, bread and gummy fruit
