The sun is out more often these days with the promise of warmer weather. Rain and thunderstorms become the norm. Mountain fields abound with color, but chaos is just around the corner. Longer workdays. Traffic and tourists. Crowded sidewalks. Festivals and carnivals. Fairs and rodeo shows. The noise, the hustle, the bustle in the streets. ...

Staring out the window,I see the clouds in all their glory.I see the sky show off her blue hue,And hear the song the wind sings.That’s when I knew, my love,That not even the heavenscan stop me from coming to you. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Who is this man strolling forward inmy direction, witheyes full of lightand spirited determination?  Why should he bother? I am a wretched sinner with scars proving my shame.  I’ve seen too many souls, promising love and safety, only to blame me for their inflicted pain. Come, dearly beloved. You are cherished in the eyes of my Father in Heaven.  How could he say that? Who does he think he is, proclaiming such love and acceptance?  I ...

Nobody climbed the mountain of trials and tribulations. They grew comfortable in dwellings built upon sand, believing in their hardened hearts there is no God. But in the horrendous storm, each house crumbled into ruin. Fueled by hubris, they rebuilt their homes. How long does it take to humble a heart of stone? When will ...

Body warm and shivering, Longing for relief. Many show care, others pity,  But she wishes the pain away. Health is wealth, they say. Now, I know she would pay a million bucks just to jump back up in strength again. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Love is…Remembering their coffee order,Or surprising themWith chocolateAfter a long dayWhen everyone’s tiredAnd things feel biggerThan they are. Love is…Gentle touchesWhile folding laundry,Holding handsWhile driving to the store,Or lingering gazesWhile cooking dinner-Knowing that these silent momentsAre the ones you’ll remember. Love is…Actively listening when they speak,Learning who they areAnd who they want to be,Using that ...

I travel along the broken road, not the one from cheesy country love songs, where I’ve found the one meant for my vagabond soul. This road is full of potential detours, ragged bumps, and wasted years, a road unfit for redemption. “God, why me now?!” I scream to the heavens, while streaks of fading sunlight, ...

Cars speed by with goals. Each, on a quest for results One day at a time. Editor: Erynn Crittenden  

Wrapped in layers of thoughts, I recall the unsaid things that slip away in the moment– like how my breath fogs the air, disappearing into silence.  My heart sinks below zero, buried beneath the snow, falling flat, untouched, until the blanket of ice melts, uncovering the surface of my bare core. Editor: Shannon Hensley

I’ve been staring at the café’s bookcase,Searching for the momentsMy words have failed to find. Maybe they are hidden in the ice chest,Under the ice cream andMy frozen manifest. Or perhaps my journalIs grinding to a haltInside my rusty storage vault –Where nostalgia has no fault. Editor: Erynn Crittenden