This blog is about my life as His follower. Monday, May 4, 2015. Even youths grow tired and weary,.

Thursday, April 30, 2015. It has been 3 years since I finished my work as a hospice chaplain. But I never stop thinking about it. Today, as a Throwback Thursday, I thought I would revisit my post after my last shift. I also just left my last voice mail for the team I worked for tonight. I remember the family who complained bitterly about my service.

Saturday, May 9, 2015. Each day the eye finds fresh fare,. Of routine with slivers of light. And shade so that even the cracks. In the plaster are crooked roads. The dusty drive, cadenced. Voices pass the time of day. In the familiar dance,. Gauging their moves, a bow,. A do-si-do around the corners.

Thursday, September 11, 2014. My aunt, who is in her late eighties, is in the hospital, her twentieth hospital stay in the past three years. And she is tiny; more tiny than I can ever remember her. Tuesday, August 12, 2014. Try to Praise the Mutilitated World. Try to praise the mutilated world. And wild strawberries, drops of rosé wine.

Saturday, August 05, 2006. I wrote out some of my memories from the past month tonight. Here are some pictures too. This will be my last blog post. He seemed a little awkward, and a little disheveled. He asked for your name. Augustine , I replied. How do you spell it? He replied. A-U-G-U-S-T-I-N-E, you know, like the Saint I replied. The neonatologist tells me you need to be transferred to Phi.