There, above the edge,I see a frayed ribbon of cloudhiding your fading twilight eye. Fortunately, it’s not dark yet,and I can still feelyour deflated ray of lightcaressing my clenched hand —as if you knowhow the sense of humanityhas drained from the land, And why every breathI swallowtastes like a fistfulof desert sand. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

You’ve aged a year, friend.May today bring happiness,To you and your home. Editor: Erynn Crittenden

Suddenly, I look up from my bed, and there it is– its silver light slipping through the blinds, shining into the darkness to instill hope. With its gentle glare, the full moon stretches beyond miles and borders, bridging the vast distance between us until we meet, in each other’s arms. Editor: Shannon Hensley

When life’s burdens were more than I could handle and my heart, a mangled organ with embedded blades, overwhelmed my mind and shattered my will to live, you came into my life. With eyes so bright they pierce through the gloom and a smile that chases away negative thinking, you rescue me from my mind, ...

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 ...