Listening Through the Pain
During those times I lack the evidence of life – the essence. I falter among down and captured. Desiring to quiet the grisly details of what’s to come. During those times I possess the silence – the isolation. I exist between already and not yet. Becoming an element in the offering of my own faith. During those times I confess the struggle – the depletion. I breathe equally of sweet and bitter. Collecting, with my listening, the velvety noise of life’s grace.






