Author Krista Tibbs

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In Announcements on March 2, 2014 at 6:11 pm
“Uncertainty can be either the root of fear or the cornerstone of hope. It all depends on the observer.”

“Uncertainty can be either the root of fear or the cornerstone of hope. It all depends on the observer.”

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Second-hand Grief

In Being Human on November 26, 2013 at 1:49 am

Although I only put the thoughts below on paper this October, I began to think them 20 years ago this Thanksgiving. It seems that every year since has accumulated another gray event upon this holiday, yet no matter who it is, I still don’t know how and when to say I care. So, more often than not, I say nothing.

I hurt for you, but can I say so? Maybe you don’t want to be reminded. Then again, maybe you do.

Every time you cross my mind, the pain crosses with it. We never talked about things like this, but now, how can we talk about anything else?

What do you want people to say? To do? Is it different every day? Do you even know?

Do you think about it all the time? Are you doing okay? Are you tired of being asked? Or does it help to hear that people care?

You can count on me, but I’m fumbling. So please just know: I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you. I’m thinking of you.

What If?

In Original Fiction on October 6, 2013 at 11:31 am

What if I try and my tries are rejected?
What if I ask and the answer is no?
What if the map says it’s all up from here,
But down is the only direction I go?

What if I realize I’ve squandered my talent?
What if they say I’ve no talent at all?
What if I suffer to answer my calling
And find out years later I missed the call?

What if I don’t have the skills to succeed,
And I don’t have the drive to acquire the skill?
What if my spirit can tackle a mountain,
But my flesh is too weak to climb up a hill?

It does hurt to ask and it does hurt to try.
The worst that can happen is wondering why.

But what if I put my frail heart on the hanger,
And lost souls are found just by seeing it sway?
What if by stumbling in confusion and blindness,
I trip on a miracle, truth, and the way?

I might never know ‘til the end that it happened,
But knowing it’s possible helps on the road.
Sometimes I can’t do for only my self
What I can do to lighten another one’s load.

What if, after all, the main point of this journey
Which can only be seen through the struggles and cries
Is to find all the lights at the ends of the tunnels
Explore the what-ifs and learn all of the whys?

I suppose it is hopeless to reach up that high,
But I won’t ever know ‘til I give it a try.


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