Broken Comfort

A silent morning, still and frozen. November eyes hold up the latter half of a long year and I find broken comfort in the moment.   Try as I might, I can't fumble my way through the time change. Falling back used to be so easy.   Dark in the morning. Dark in the evening. … Continue reading Broken Comfort

The Mist Walker

Morning mist embraces these forsaken streets, giving them an air of mystery; like a veil hides undiscovered beauty.   Slipshod building facades frown narrowly on a lone passerby.   A lank and dreary fellow, making his necessary mile before the Sun burns away the clouds to reveal the day.   Dew drops cling to hat … Continue reading The Mist Walker

Early Morning Visitation

I heard your voice this morning and it had been more than a long time. I didn't call on you like I said I would, I was too ashamed.   You knew that I had broken all my promises and had let my lust linger in those old, dark places. I had begun to view … Continue reading Early Morning Visitation

It’s Always Darkest

I wake long before the sun and drink deeply of the darkness and hot coffee, contemplating the stillness of the night and the coming dawn.   In its infancy, the day has great potential; before daylight illuminates both our glory and our shame.   Before the symphony of discordant voices are handed their sheet music; … Continue reading It’s Always Darkest

Temporary Insanity is Temporary

And these things too shall pass. The empty pit inside, loneliness and fear, when darkness finds us without comfort, soon the dawn draws near. When vexed by situations of our own creation, we can rest in meditation ‘till the way forward is clear. All that’s required of us is to persevere. And all suffering shall … Continue reading Temporary Insanity is Temporary