prayer is your gift to us rather than what you ask of us~

In truth, I much prefer living inside the generous

pocket of silence.

There is nothing in it which can later turn around and take a bite

of my heart

After all, we never really know if we are right. 

Or what right is

Every depth spelunked simply 

reveals a new gulf

sought after.


I must trust my words.

You have chosen

and you arrive


you have seen what stories I paint to tell of the depths I’ve traveled.

Surely, this at least, is proof that I too

can arrive to my words

and trust them to meet you in the new depth we pursue~

in love.

encausticamp begins