Saturday, June 25, 2016

For Garrison Keillor, a Tribute


He gave me Words to hold on to
For Dear Life
His Stories were White Blazes
in this Appalachian Trail of Time
He tethered me in
When I was out
His voice was a thread
through this tapestry

This Story teller tucked me in
when the world outside was wild
He was Gentleness and Calm
when inside me the storm raged on

His 'been there done that' transparency
Saved me more times than He knows
His message of Amazing Grace
His "You are never alone"

He walked us Home
Like a Father would
Leaving footsteps we could follow
This Pilgrimage made bearable
and all the solitary hours...

Now it's Time
He takes His leave
And bids us a beautiful Journey
Leaving Light behind him,
like breadcrumbs on the Path

May the same be said of me


"Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people."
-Garrison Keillor

Thank you, Garrison.

Tuesday, June 7, 2016



For every drop

of your blood

of your sweat

of your tears,

Every drop of

My blood

My sweat

My tears...



"He took up our pain, bore our griefs, carried our sorrows...He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes, we are healed."
-Isaiah 53:4-6