Posts by Kim Cusimano

Writing Words come and go, Sometimes fumbled, Other times flow. Writing, Like a pouring out, Cleanses me. A spoken word, Can evaporate, But in ink no. It keeps for me to see, Maybe for others too, We both have a need. Writer or reader, We seek, A release or something new. My released pain, Or…

Thoughts come and go, Some move in to stay! Some are friendly, Bringing rest. Some are hostile, Stealing peace. I imagine this door, An entrance of sorts. Peace, you are welcome here, Hope, you too may come in. Others are turned away. Fear, sorry there is no room. Worry, you must turn and go. Thieves…

A gift you can hear. A joy that talks. A medicine for the soul. From a friend even more so. It lightens my load, brightens my vision, awakens my hope. From a friend even more so. To be shared, multiplied, invited in… like an invitation from a friend. Thank you for the gift. No need…

Lord, when I grow old… I hope I look more like Jesus, But in my own skin. I want to wear big hats, Be able to laugh at myself, Make others laugh until they cry, Spend time growing red roses, Get lost in reading good books, Spend time with my grandchildren -playing dress up and…

Love helps. Love tries hard. Love makes many plans. But on some days, Alone love can stand. Help can help too much. Trying hard can be too hard. Plans fall down. Frustration moves in. But on some days, Let love see… The light in a son’s eyes. Let love hear… The beat of his drum.…