black and white oak canopy

Monochrome

Bare limbs spread out like skeleton ribbing. Draped in a tattered shroud of Spanish moss, it is scant protection from the biting rain and brutal wind. Ancient oaks open as an umbrella over my head. A canopy of wasted dreams flutter and snap, a daunting cacophony of regret and guilt. Do I shutter that hiding place, turn my face full toward the unforgiving sun? I must take my chances in…

car full of empty backpacks

Be the change

“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me’.” ~ Matthew 25:40, NIV See a need, fill it Unto your ability Smallest of gestures NaBloPoMo 13/28 My daughter is active in a local non-profit that provides weekly backpacks of food for area elementary school kids who qualify for reduced- and free-lunches. I am on…