Zippy’s Medium Takeover, #2

*licking, slurping*

I’m a little confused.

Many nights ago, I had a problem. I kept smelling a bad spot in my favorite place to sleep. It almost made my hair stand up at times. I ran away every time I smelled it. I kept trying to…

The Pandora Paradox

Despair cavorted with destruction.
Envy waltzed with wickedness.
Greed lolligagged with lust.
On that day, Pandora couldn’t…

Washing Dirt

[Jesus] poured water into a basin, and began to wash the disciples’ feet and to wipe them with the towel he had around him.

When he came to Simon Peter, Peter said to him, “Master, you shouldn’t be washing our feet like this!”

Jesus replied, “You don’t…

Why, They Think

Author’s Note: I’m struggling with a lot of ideas and feelings, and it’s not always easy to tease out exactly what I’m feeling. I’m hoping this one isn’t too sanctimonious, holier-than-thou, judgmental, etc. But maybe you’ll pardon me for at least exploring the idea before I abandon it?

Resiliency and the Resurrection

Resiliency has been an important topic in many psychological circles.

First, as a grammar geek, I have to admit there are two forms of the word: resilience and resiliency. Both have the same root buried deep in Latin from the 1600s, resili meaning…

Fervent Fires

They come to me with heavy hearts,
Offering “I’m sorry” or “That’s awful.”
I try,
Really try,
To be positive, to be gracious.

My Command in Such a Time as This

My time is now.
I serve a Risen Master.
He calls me to an unseen fight.
Darkness cannot hide His light.

Future Dreams

Everything’s gone.
All lost in the time
We’d sit for tea.

Flames ravaging memories…
 Waltzing grandparents shrouded in cinder and charred plaster.
 Verbally sparring siblings shrouded in soot and acrid smoke.
 Family movie fun…

Mother’s Day Thoughts: Strong Women

Author’s Note: You might have noticed that sometimes I write something and then don’t publish it for a while. That’s to ensure I have a steady stream of material without spamming all of you.

Facing Fire

Facing the fiery ring…
Flames lasciviously licking kith and kin and kitsch..
Though unseen
You stood before me,
A shield against the malestrom.
It was all so quick:
A spark, the shout, the fire wall…
Get out! Get out! Get out!
Then glass hail exploded and fell,
A few flicks of spring’s spit,
And then the…