we’re finding happiness in our own hopeless ways

This is a prayer and realization that I wrote earlier this year. It was in response to a question I had: what is art without God, or created by those without the heart/mindset of Christ? what should be our response and is it okay to find joy in it? I hope you feel something from… Continue reading we’re finding happiness in our own hopeless ways

Rainfall

To my grandpa---I love you always. An unacknowledged fear divides us, holds us back with steel, rolled and cold, drawing the warmth of our hands every time we dare touch the edge. We keep a safe distance. We observe each other, one hand outstretched, the rain of the skies falling all around us. The rain… Continue reading Rainfall