Monday, October 22, 2012



but not alone,
guided by an unseen hand.
Sure only in that stable grip
as I travel far across the land.

to a new place,
wear a new face,
to stop and stand and watch and wait,
as I struggle to

than the dawn,
the night soon to be gone,
I search each face, I search each set
of eyes.

by thread
I cut the rope
that binds me
to all I have held so tightly,
all I have held so firmly,
letting go of all security.

at last,
I feel nothing
but the torture of this


(Apparently it's a good night for poetry, my bro sent me one earlier.)

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

A Lesson from Water

I saw a picture earlier today of a pair of adrenaline junkies paddling amidst this brown, roiling water. Naturally as the sports-un-enthusiast I am, I looked at the picture, not with eyes that envied the sportsmen, but with eyes that saw only the disposition of the water.
I thought about what it took to make "white" water, how a million disturbances under the surface caused it to twist and churn and splash about completely opposite to its usual easiest-course approach. That's why the water was so brown, it was churning up all the filth it otherwise would have flowed right over, and because of the disturbances in its course it had lost its usual ability to reflect that which was above it.
Sometimes I find that I am like that water. A few rocks in my way and I'm churning in the muck, unable to properly reflect, tossed about, and nearly out of control. Rocks are inevitable, I'm afraid, in the course of life, and we all have our own rough water times.
The beautiful thing is, the river doesn't let the rocks dam it, it doesn't let them dry it up, it just keeps on running. It keeps on running the course carved for it, until it is through the rapids and once again able to reflect and flow and nourish all around it.
If you are in the rapids, just hang on. The peaceful times will return, and soon you will look up and thank God for getting you through it. You will look up and your countenenace will refect that higher one, and you will be at peace, clean, pure, and ever moving towards your destination.

Monday, October 01, 2012

My LDS Romance Novel

Just noting for posterity and my beloved predecessors that today I finished the first draft of the book I started Thanksgiving of last year. It wasn't the fastest first draft ever, but at over 60,000 words I'm quite content with my accomplishment.