Skip to content


Until the blue of the sky washes over me,

And my blood no longer flows,

Will my mind become still,

And the disquiet cease.


As I question what is to be written,

With an inconvenient heart,

And the longing to know,

Is not within my grasp.


To believe in a destination without patience,

Is a dark and endless odyssey,

As discovery is fleeting,

The mystery, elusive.


Who is the emissary that delivered the disturbance,

That changed the direction of the wind,

What is to be revealed,

And for what purpose?


I search for faith,

To see with unclouded clarity,

To know that what has always been beyond my reach,

May one day open up to me.

No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Gretchen L. Kelly, Author

Gretchen L. Kelly

Carrie Cariello

Exploring the Colorful World of Autism

Pao Family Wellness

Natural Health and Parenting

Tertulia Taurina de Arizona

Celebrating Taurine Culture in Arizona

Kelly Danek

Wired for Whimsy

heart on a sleeve

flotsam, jetsam, words & images by patricia kennedy


Alex at Home

You've Been Served

The Good. The Bad. The Customer Service.


The greatest site in all the land!

Jules on the way

On the way to what, I still don't know.

Amanda Janik

Reading. Writing. Not Arithmetic.

Extra Buttons

Writing what it is I have to say. . .

%d bloggers like this: