Sunday, November 23, 2025

We are

We are bound by more than our years, 
tethered by laughter and tears.
Woven in and out of sand, 
where we stumble and where we stand.

We are more than the words that are spoken, 
where hearts beat and passions awoken. 
Where dreams and nightmares collide, 
wishes cast on stars far and wide.

We are more than the silence of the morn, 
where truth meets the light where it's born.
The ripples of time and space, 
where nothing and no one can erase.

We are more than the whisper of the wind, 
where we play, where we dance, where we sing.
Like waves that seek in earnest the shore...
we are all these things and more.

KEC
aka Deo Volente
10.18.2025


Tis the season - to pray

Soon the trees adorned in lights, 
carolers and snowball fights. 
Santa Claus, if you believe...
that special gift you might receive.
Recipes and mounding plates, 
the guest each year who's always late.
Bows atop those gifts aplenty, 
but what about those who don't have any?

No trees or lights to leave a spark
within the stillness of the dark
No roof for Nick to land his sleigh
as he goes on his merry way. 
No food to prep, no one to see
no one to call, no place to be.
No gifts to give and none to receive...
so tell me, why would they believe?

So in this season, this I pray
for every heart that aches today.
God lift their load and shine your light
beyond the darkness of their sight.
Please fill them till they overflow
with blessings only they will know.
Then love them Lord the way you do...
this O Lord, I ask of you.


K.E.C aka Deo Volente

11.23.2025