If memories were sparrows would they alight like brown and drifting leaves settled on thin bare branches align themselves on straight black wire in tight and tidy rows Or would they dive and swoop in silent aggregation black against the cloud-gray sky over a vacuous, empty space winging on until the weaker ones fail and … [Read more…]
We’re socked in with a disgusting inversion here. Our beautiful ring of mountains forms a bowl that fills with smog and causes the end of January and February to be….smog season. I hate smog. The world outside is a thousand shades of gray, visibility is poor, and it’s not safe to play or run outdoors. … [Read more…]
the work of His hand etched across the evening sky in scarlet shape-shifting swirls and crimson clouds edged with gilded lace the work of His hand written on every leaf from emerald to burnt umber and every shade of fire in between lit and glowing with the setting sun the work of His hand on … [Read more…]
This time of year starts to get the best of me around mid-January. The excitement of Christmas is over, the novelty of the snow and ice has worn off, and I start to long for the sun. I am a child of the North, and grew up accustomed to long winters, fairy-dust snow and sub-zero … [Read more…]
Doubt doubt swirls behind the shiny surface like the dark side of a mirror calling names pointing fingers asking what do you think you’re doing here? it pulls at my feet like slick fingers of tangled weeds unseen in the murky depths of the pond whispers the thousand ways i can’t and don’t and won’t … [Read more…]
This babe, so new so helpless lying in the straw can you see in his tiny face the change he brings us can you see one day because of him the blind will see can you see the deaf will hear the lost will find grace can you see the curtain of the temple rend … [Read more…]
Oasis I dream of that sun-drenched land of sand and pomegranates the date palms, the olive trees bent and twisted with age I long for the solace, the heat of desert sun bending over quiet waters the running, rushing healing waters relief in this dry and weary land I miss the waters of En Gedi … [Read more…]
Writer’s Block Words sit like marbles in a mason jar on my desktop I reach for one the jar tips they scatter, clattering across blond oak like windblown leaves they take flight, roll off the desk bounce on the floor and disperse to the far ends of the earth I listen to the sound of … [Read more…]
Waiting Sky The sky holds its breath laden, heavy, waiting stone-gray and low hanging clouds of promise draped above us Torn-paper watercolor wash in blue-gray-black with black-ink trees etching their bare limbs against the promise of snow They wait, noses pressed to window studying fat drops of rain willing with their hearts water into snow … [Read more…]
Save me with your love Wrap me in your grace Bend me to your will Teach me your pure ways Break me of my will Lead me on your path Hold me in your hand Feed me with your word Send me where you will
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