Silent, But Deadly

Depression isn’t a dragonThat overtly threatensAnd awakensVanquishing knightsInside ourselves. Rather,It is a silent enemyThat infiltratesAnd becomes part of the landscape,Assuming more and more prominenceUntil takeoverIs accomplished. To mount an insurrectionWe must developA vigilant networkOf counter-spiesSnooping through the mundane,Sniffing out each plot,Shoring upThe sagging bulwarksOf equanimity. Sorry, I can’t help you with that. I wrote this… Read More

Name It!

Here are the first few lines of a poem I wrote in 1992 about depression. Depression isn’t a dragonThat overtly threatensAnd awakensVanquishing knightsInside ourselves. Rather,It is a silent enemyThat infiltratesAnd becomes part of the landscape,Assuming more and more prominenceUntil takeoverIs accomplished. Depression always wants to be a close companion in my life, but, with God’s… Read More

Picture God’s Light (2)

“He is like the light of morning at sunrise on a cloudless morning, like the brightness after rain that brings the grass from the earth.” 2 Samuel 23:4, NIV Gray—my life is devoid of color. My responsibilities demand energy, but I have none. More out of habit than hope, I glance out of the window… Read More