Between the Second and Third Heavens

I suppose it would be easy
For this universe and the next
To collapse in on themselves—
Whether through fatigue or choice—
In response to the chaotic airwaves currently
Having their say,
Their way,
Their complete disregard for Who Jesus is,
Where He stands,
And what He wants...


I stand alone, Ground beneath and sky above— Gentle breezes that dance with heart  Upon my leaves. In this vulnerable place it is difficult for me not to Call to familiar things— To live as I once lived. But I will not, because It was in losing my life that I found this tender place. … Continue reading Tree.