Oh Jake.....

Talking to God: Dark Night of the Soul

by on July 4, 2016

Talking to God

Occasionally, I find myself in a funk. I can’t quite say that I’m depressed, because I’m not sure that’s what it really is. My head could be broken, or there could just be too much going on to maintain that semi-indifference that helps me laugh at most things. Door number three could be that I haven’t cared for myself physically in the ways that a human who desires to be healthy ought to, and the chemicals in the brain suffer, wreaking havoc with my worldview and worse, my mood. Who the hell knows? One of the troubles with a holistic view of the human is that it adds so many variables to each of life’s equations and struggles. That means more avenues to pursue when looking for wholeness in the face of brokenness.



by on May 25, 2016

Into the night he stole from his window

away from quilt and pillow and locked doors

with deftness he moved within darkness

over sill, siding, junipers, aspers

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