Peace at the lake, 
Waves lap against the banks. 
Breezes blow gently to  
Push my hammock —
A lullaby for reading and resting.  

Service at Creation Camp 
Walking down worn trails through the woods, 
Leading original songs and old camp favorites, 
Moving through waters of want and worship. 

The beach’s beauty
Toes sink deep in the warm sand as 
White-crested waves break along the shore while 
Seagulls sing overhead. 

Yet in the midst of serenity, 
Loss 
In 2019, I wasn’t part of the trip, 
So never said goodbye to my brother 
In 2022, Dad’s brother told us 
His last corny joke and was gone within the month 
In 2023, Mom’s brother died – 
My larger than life uncle finally was.

Yet in the midst of grief, 
Joy 
A time to reflect,
A time to grieve,
A time to be together, 
A time to be.