All Posts By: Byron McCoy
FOOLISH
“…I’ve worked through my fear of feeling foolish. Doesn’t it take a certain degree of foolishness to open up to anyone: to leave ourselves exposed to all kinds of risks and hurts? But doesn’t the same foolishness also open ourselves to all kinds of good that might come too? Before, I guarded myself in […]
UNDEFINED
“Well you don’t know much about me. I’ll explain it as best I can…” The song played in the kitchen as dinner wound to a close. They listened to the melody, the harmony, its lyrics, and the song added further calm to an already peaceful room. Listening to their sound, the little boy […]
FOREVER AFTER
I’ve always had an affinity for love stories, ones that pull you in, light you up, and leave you different after. I’ve lived a few, some with intent, others entirely by chance. For me, the latter always seem to be the ones that hold true. When a love story is sought—to find what you […]
MOULIN ROUGE
“My gift is my song, and this one is for you… And you can tell everybody that this is your song. It might be quite simple but now that it’s done. I hope you don’t mind. I hope you don’t mind That I put down in words…” Some souls strike you different. The world […]
EYES, MINDS, AND WORLDS
I like believing what I share might add a positive to someone’s day, might show someone that they’re special, raise their spirit in some small way. I like beginning my mornings seeking to create something kind, a ray of light because I believe—a beginning like that—can illuminate the rest of a day. Maybe I’m […]
VALUE
I don’t know how to impress people when I want. I don’t know how to attract attention when I seek it—not that I want it often or from many—but there are times when I do. I used to be able to walk onto a field and just take over. I could outrun, outhit, outhustle […]
RIGHT TIME
I don’t know if there is ever a right time to say something. I’ve found that if I wait, hold something back I wished to give, the right time becomes past and words I wished to speak remain unsaid. When sharing, I’ve found words and acts offered unexpected, or unwanted, most often come out […]
LIKE THE SUN
Your thought is like the sun Rising with its light; Where before held only dark, Suddenly—it’s bright.