This week I did not write for DUST

I just looked forlornly at the lonely Post-it note (singular) scribbled on my wall, as I dug through a notebook full of tough mental questions.If I ever am going to write again, while also managing both a podcast and a YouTube channel, serving as a blessing to a local Christian congregation, and fulfilling my duty as a father and a husband, then there are some things in my life which I’ve been calling goals that I need to start admitting are just dreams.This is wonderful, friend, in the most inspirational way. In fact, it was so wonderful that for the first time in years upon years I busted out my pen randomly at a cigar shop, and wrote some poetry.(For lack of other interesting things, I thought you might enjoy it.)