ann kiemel

jan and i

have had a dark day.

sobbed. laughed. thought

of all we're both facing.
of all we are and aren't...

jan's numbers are up on her

cancer. the rehab. takes me

off everything. literally everything.

my insurance is an issue. trying

to resolve dollars and cents.

colson is home, and i'm thrilled..

but we're talking about a place

two hours away. for me, it's

all or nothing. i'm running

to Jesus. arms spread wide.

tears streaming down my

cheeks.

as a giant redwood,

piercing the sky. as mountain

peaks, jagged and splitting the millions of snowy,
shattering earth particles,
crushing the sun blasts through

the crevices.....so is the

begging, yearning of my soul.

"make a way, Jesus.

make a way..."

we all have work to do.  

and splitting of self introspection.....

and all of God we can grab ahold of...

sing, choirs.

walk and run

and carry your

weapons of loss and failure.

we will see you in the

morning. in the morning.