Post Snow

A graveyard of sticks after the snow Some walks unshoveled leaving question of where to go Frigid lines, icy and stiff Pine needles … cold but close enough to sniff Winter decreases motivation The loss of color, an abomination Yet there is bright Snow-capped lantern day or night Ahh yes, we are not alone Though … Continue reading Post Snow

This.is.Faith

did you ever watch tree tops bend in the wind? did you ever hear their bare branches creak while swaying in the air? looks spooky against a sky of steel gray as if someone endowed with strength determines the whole life should break snapped at the half a trunk once whole, now stumped ~~~ His … Continue reading This.is.Faith

Stars and Their Names

My eyes scour Night's darkest hour Seeking His moon Humming a tune Nothing but the blood of Jesus Instead, I spy His millions of stars Twinkling, holy Named by Our Ever Only What can wash away my sin? Oh, how I need You, my Lord One day I shall know their names in your Star … Continue reading Stars and Their Names

Morning Glory

The hint of pink teases those in wait for His glorious day to undress the night leaves thick with ice branches stiff just as our knees crick Pink, His hope-color delivers His promise of valor New … not sudden or flashy Rather, truth living in you and me Passion, bravery Glory to glory Morning to morning … Continue reading Morning Glory

Heaven’s Reflection

Reflections of what could be Heaven Beyond the blue And clouds so true I could be looking at Jesus In this puddle No I am befuddled ... It's only trees Shimmying In the pool of water But wait ... There in the corner Is a circle of light That one could see day or night … Continue reading Heaven’s Reflection

The Secret Sacred

Rain drops plopped on my hood My thoughts wandered and grazed with a yearning to be understood The vast street-puddle Caught fast-moving tires … splashed over me There seems no end to busy Even amidst the gray dampness … a frenzy I return to my mind Where there is no clock, no sense of time … Continue reading The Secret Sacred

To Honor

On her Mississippi farm Beneath heavy, pretty blankets My soul is warm Soft lights on the table-top tree Wood repurposed Old things breathe Her animals follow And heed her voice She knows their patterns Supports their choices An angelic Granny presence A peace-full luminescence An invitation in every room … to let go, love well, … Continue reading To Honor