by Deb Farris | Apr 6, 2021 | Devotions
To set about setting things right, we need to know what is wrong. Right? But right according to whom? My right way may not be your right way. So how far will that get us in setting things right except in possibly setting ourselves up for making things wrong? And how...
by Deb Farris | Mar 28, 2021 | Devotions, Poetry
From pulpit to pew the words land wrong, wrestling with each other. I ask, “What will I lose if I lose myself to You? What will I leave behind?” It’s too much to consider so I remain as I am. Or is it that I have returned To find You waiting in my dust and have...
by Deb Farris | Mar 24, 2021 | Musings
Healing sensation in back of head, swelling down. Waiting at doctor’s office. Nurse Aretha poking her head in to let me know the doctor is finishing his rounds. Reading Streams in the Desert–during trials, sing as a bird in a cage, more loudly, not less....
by Deb Farris | Mar 22, 2021 | Musings
Todd was watching a Borg/McEnroe Tie-Breaker Documentary. I stood watching first McEnroe work his way back, then Borg, then McEnroe, then Borg, I was frozen to the screen and forgot why I walked into the room… Borg wins what the announcer calls “a Mt....
by Deb Farris | Mar 19, 2021 | Musings
Remember to breathe,“ T says as I stand up after several hours of writing, and stretch. I’m reminded of the words, “Debbie, you don’t breathe.” The actor sitting beside me in the dressing room had noticed and said, “Breathe, girl, breathe!” I...
by Deb Farris | Mar 17, 2021 | Devotions
Rolling to one side, I keep rolling so I hold onto the pillow. Sitting up, I keep my eyes closed. This seems to help. Yawning, lifting my arms, forcing fists, checking for equal strength on both sides of myself, standing slowly Waiting for a sense of steadiness before...
by Deb Farris | Mar 14, 2021 | Musings
Turning my chair, I face the day outside instead of the kitchen. The Amazon truck pulls up with flashing lights for an early delivery. “Red sky at morning Sailor’s warning.” T’s removed, finally, the festive globes from the bush beside the front porch but...
by Deb Farris | Mar 10, 2021 | Musings
silver black pavement slick smiles ignorance fools the brightest ignorance instigates fear ignorance loves disguise upside down flailing stiff arms running in circles black ice in early morning light ignorance is an artist of masquerade because it is afraid of wisdom...
by Deb Farris | Feb 28, 2021 | Musings
it’s misty gray but there is the new sound of a bubbling brook today. i know i may be alone, but i am going to miss the snow. it covers many distractions all in white and makes everything it comes in contact with beautiful. it gets walked all over and becomes...
by Deb Farris | Feb 23, 2021 | Devotions
Poor tired hollow one Who hears your lonesome song? I once walked that way with moonbeams overhead. To you it may seem odd Perfection took the beating The tree held up the torn and broken Salvation paid the highest cost. Triumphing over every foe We are forever...
