Two Doses of Unwanted Energy The shift was almost over, the afternoon sun low and heavy on the tile, when the first breeze of audacity walked in— presumptuous words wrapped in a careless smirk,

  The Runaway Bread We all stepped through the doors alright, ready to take on the shift. One of my coworkers arrived double-armed—holding a fresh loaf of bread and a container of stuffing, fully prepared to fuel up for the day ahead. He set the nylon bag down for just a moment to tackle some store organizing.

  Sleeping Under the Stars The morning air was still and calm, The sky draped in a misty gray, With lingering stars still holding space Before the break of day. Along the pavement, quiet steps, A gentle, rhythmic beat, Until my eyes caught shadow-forms Resting on the street. A piece of cardboard for a bed, No walls to block the cold, A sacred life, a child of God, With stories left untold. Society may name them lost, Or turn away the gaze, But Heaven sees its likeness here, Beyond our worldly ways. I wonder how the path unfolded, How the turn was made, To sleep beneath the open sky Where fragile shadows fade. Yet under misty morning stars, The truth remains divine: Their breath is sacred as my own, Their dignity, like mine. A Note from the Roadside It started on a quiet morning pavement walk. The atmosphere was perfectly still, the weather calm, and the misty sky was softly lit by a few remaining stars. Then, in the corner of my eye, I saw a figure lying on a piece of cardboard. Wo...

   Chasing Dawn Without Intention I left the house with empty hands, No plans to hold the morning light, Just shoes against the quiet road, And shadows untying from the night. The island slept in indigo, While ocean waves breathed soft and low, A peach-rimmed coast, a silhouette,

  Up and About Before Six While the morning quietly unfolds, I set a pace that only stillness knows. A breath of prayer, warm water to cleanse, Before the busy world outside begins.