Until the keys are played, they have no sound, but simply rest full of purpose and potential. We are such like these keys on the piano. When we allow the Magnificent Musician resound our tones, He combines and intertwines, weaves and composes the note of our key with the notes of other keys on the … Continue reading The Piano
Confusion abounds Yet strangely peace has come down Only time will tell...
These stolen glances Make my heart tremble and flip. Does he feel it, too?
White Noise. It's how I was born. It's how I was raised. My hair, My skin, My face. My voice, My kin, My race. Everything about me screams White superiority, white privilege Entraps my history But pause— Dig deeper and you will see me as unique from my family tree’s roots run deep fertilized and … Continue reading White Noise.
Cacophonous waves crash into my eardrums and shatter the pristine serenity of God's creation. Like the thin layer of sparkling ice that crushes beneath our heavy "clunks" as we tramp onward up the trail. The bare branches lift their exposed limbs in reckless worship while the wintry weather whistles. The wind whips the wisps of … Continue reading Loud Voices in a Quiet Place