Poetry

Words, if you look at them, are a binary of black and white, ink on a page. But when we listen to them, when we see them for what they mean, they shine.

When I asked ChatGPT to write a sonnet about socks, it did! And a surprisingly coherent one, too. But then I wanted to see if I could take what it created and turn it into something new.

A verse reflecting on myself and the things most important to me.

I want to tell stories of majesty and grandeur, but it's far more important to me that my stories be honest, true, and those majestic stories aren't mine to share.

I made a goal for myself to write one thousand words a day, and sometimes, to meet my goal, I have to repeat myself.

Peace is costly—it is not made by ignoring pain or hurt or history. Peace comes with honestly and humility, a commitment to seeing and listening to one another.

Life is complicated, messy, hard to understand. And that's exactly what makes it beautiful.

When everyone is screaming, no one can be heard.

Sometimes, in our preparation for war, we are the ones creating the fight.

The greatest inspiration often comes through pain.

What if the accusations against us are right? What if we're the monsters they say we are? We don't think they are, but could that be part of the problem?

Each day, no matter how bright, passes inevitably into the darkness of night.

In the midst of the storm of brokenness, peace comes from the tender heartbeat of God.

I wake up each morning hoping and praying that you'll still be here.