I’m not sure these are poems.
I call them lyrical musings.

Unpolished.
Personal.
Sometimes uncomfortable.

A place to question assumptions.
To ask why.
To reject because.

And maybe to ask some of the questions
we’d like to ask but don’t think we should.

I’ve written quite a few…

I’ve been wondering
what ties my lyrical musings together.

Faith. Grief. Ministry.
Family.
Getting older.
Who I was. Who I am becoming.

The subjects wander.
But maybe the questions don’t.

Why do I believe that?
Why do I feel this?
Why don’t I feel what I think I should?
What do I really want?
What if because isn’t a good enough answer anymore?

I write to figure things out.
Usually I end with more questions than answers,
but somehow with more clarity.

So I keep asking why.

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