John Whittemore

Jesus sought me when a stranger, wandering from the fold of God. He, to rescue me from danger, interposed his precious blood.

I was born in darkness but I leave in light

Hope drives away despair, just like light erases darkness

I can’t bear to lose you again

I wish I could rewrite your story. You put the gun in your mouth but instead it misfired. You called me back and said you were sorry. You lived to be old. You were beautiful and good. If I could write that it feels like I could keep you alive, but I'm not good enough a writer.

I miss you so much already

May all of your suffering be a prelude to joy…

So much of life feels like throwing a party where everyone RSVPs but no one shows up

Just finished a short story. Tomorrow it will be time to reread it with fresh eyes and decide if it's worth editing to the point that others can read

We look into each other’s eyes and believe we understand that which is looking back at us, but we do not... We are gazing into a mystery that may only known through reverence and love.