It’s enough for me, if I am a child of God. It’s enough for me if I am the dust of stars and supernovae. It’s enough for me if I am in family with the grace and compassion of Jesus Christ made alive in people worldwide. It’s enough for me that I was the son of a lost vagrant. It’s enough for me that I faithfully raised a son and made a home for him.
To be treasured by divine love, this is my inheritance. To be blessed by experiences weird and wonderful, this is my fringe benefit in life. To be held in providence and the arms of mercy has been an unmerited dream. To be present with my maker is a home beyond perception, yet in life it was my every heart beat, it longed for capture at every pull of my diaphragm, my teeth and tongue ever eating amiss for the taste of that heavenly home. I could not build it. Yet it built me.
Poems
Poems TBA linked here
Writings
…writings such as these… TBA