Category Archives: Poetry

you said so many little things you didn’t really mean. and made so many promises you never intended to keep. i always knew that if i just opened the door a little, you would take it as your chance to … Continue reading →

one goodbye was just not good enough. so i had to drag it through, and be drug through this series of long goodbyes that causes me to crumble and lose a bit of myself each time i do. the rainy … Continue reading →

Miles stretching as far as the eye can see,  And breezes traveling from across distant lands, not only can we see, but also hear the wind rushing through the valley, up over and around each bend, the wind speaks. Climbing … Continue reading →

arriving here so close to You in the Eucharist I sense that fire which burns within You. The fire burning, that calls to me, “Draw near…” In my human weakness I am afraid I see my faults, my failings… they … Continue reading →

i find that i am no longer looking for you  everywhere i go. i have gotten used to the quiet solitude of praying without your voice in sync with mine.  and that special dialect of your tongue, is foreign once … Continue reading →

i don’t expect that my words should amount to much. after all, without the appropriate actions to match them, they are just empty vessels floating on the waves of this raging sea. out of control and without direction, they contain … Continue reading →

Sometimes, this pain not only consumes me, but pushes me further into unknown depths. a place where the ground falls far beneath my feet and i find myself standing on thawing ice, just as it is beginning to crack. i … Continue reading →

i do not wish to hurt you, friend. i wish that i could just love you and that you would love me, honestly, without holding back. but underneath the surface there is a past, a hurt that we have pushed … Continue reading →

has it really been that many days? i swore i could never forget your face or the way your voice bounced down the hall when you called me from the top of the stairs. i miss the smell of your … Continue reading →

if any of this life, any of these days were mine to save or delegate, i would go back to the purity of childhood and meet you while my heart was still quite young, unjaded and unspoilt by the passage … Continue reading →