P A T I E N C E 

As life tics on,

Sand grains falling,

Hours stalling,

I think of you.


I muddle on,

Through tasks mundane,

In joy and pain,

I think of you.


Light spreads Glory

At dawn’s rise,

It’s no surprise,

I think of you.


Nighttime falls,

My heart does long

To sing its song,

I think of you.


Patience waning

The days I count

I will surmount

I think of you.


I long for when

The time has come

My life begun

I am with you.



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Is it easier not to see me?

Arm extended,
pained, and painted
restrained, ill-fated,
reinforcing the gap.

Is it fear?
That onerous culprit,
slyly lurking about
the soul’s recesses,
perpetually postulating,
promoting propoganda
and plight.

Rigidly restrained,
boasting barricade,
taut and steadfast,
against all possibility
of seeing me.

Though the span
of space you
cling upon,
fixedly stares at me…
With hawkish reflexes,
I stare back, unafraid.
My vision clear and
unfettered by your
optical illusions.

I see you.

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In This Moment

“Lucky to be alive,” can oft’ be heard

in the whispers surrounding one whom

trauma or disease, accident or disaster

has befallen. Upon surviving

such misfortune or malaise, it is

spoken with conviction.

”Lucky to be alive!” they say.

Such circumstances

give cause for

reflection and gratitude,

or perhaps

a fleeting understanding

of the delicate strand

by which all

dangles precariously.

“Lucky to be alive!”

is proclaimed loudly

to survivor, and hero…


Yet isn’t it so, for one and all,

from mountains majestic,

to a grain on the shore,

each breath and thought,

through battles fought,

each win or loss,

and through remorse,

is “lucky.”

Each sunrise, a second chance…


Let us be thankful,

as sweet breath gives us life.

Let us be thankful

through challenge and strife.

Let us be thankful

during tasks mundane,

when the sun is shining,

as when God sends the rain.

Let us whisper from within

with certainty and grace,

“lucky to be alive,”

in this moment, in this space.