Dedicated to my family, here’s a Saturday post.

Fresh cut sorrow
My heart has been borrowed
By the color man
Painting memories on walls

Brand new sadness
A melancholy madness
As I travel
In story marbled halls

This way and that
I find my way back
But I don’t know quite yet
How to leave this grief

It’s a weight I now carry
But it’s also one I’m sharing
The whole of my world
Has a hole
And it bleeds


Then… and then…






With words, song,  prayer requests & prayer,
TiMo