Being Me

I think, therefor I am. I am therefor I think. Small, small, smaller I shrink. Tiny, I scurry in a flurry, down the hall unseen, invisible from the scene. I think, therefor I am. I am, therefor I think. Tall, tall, taller I grow. Reach high beyond the trees, beyond the sky, beyond me, myself, Want More?

Sacrifice Defined

  In the garden of Gethsemane on a starry night, our lord kneels in prayer contemplating his plight. Dripping tears of sweat and blood, He knew they would come. He offers up prayers. The Father’s will be done. With a kiss, a small kiss His love is betrayed. Shackled and whipped the King becomes a Want More?

The Gift of Ourselves

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore– And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over– like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? Langston Hughes I first Want More?

Who Am I

for the Quantico Women of the Chapel Who am I Oh Lord, That I should see? Who am I Oh Lord, That you should dwell within me? Who am I Oh Lord, To eat from your table? Who am I Oh Lord, To worship at your cradle? A mother, A teacher, A Leader. A sheep, Want More?