Faith Like a Child

A busy dizzy brain Perhaps the source of that pain Behind my right eye Though can't seem to verify The WHY Before I believed in Our Holy Creator I crammed everything into a tiny box in my mind It had to fit, make sense or I would unwind When gales of wind knocked me down … Continue reading Faith Like a Child

How Faith Grows

The clouds are rolling in Fast Spinning Rain spitting At me I find cover under a tree Its lush leaves a canopy A place designed for me Wiggle my feet so they sink I see the stream Glistening, flowing Dipping my fingers Releasing the unbelief Though not immersed I am washed Roots of new Tethered … Continue reading How Faith Grows

Hope is Everywhere

Fledgling buds More than half the tree though bare Like the living dead the branches Sway, wind swishes Against the pane squeals ... such squalor Brittleness taps, snaps Falling away Saplings stray Dawn's promise Breathes life Whispers hope Into the rubbish, the trampled, the dismantled Hope of whole For all ~~~ Hope deferred makes the … Continue reading Hope is Everywhere

Childhood Loss Turns to Gain

Sometimes as a kid I wanted to disappear Into the bushes, the clearing there Crawling in, dirtying my knees Imagine sailing the seas Or maybe decide I am an author Writing and illustrating books, always pushing myself further Bzzz Bzzz In this place the bees would be Loneliness stings It brings A hollow song An … Continue reading Childhood Loss Turns to Gain

Spring, Now What?

Spring is sprung Our new garden flag hung The Christmas trimmings Finally shoved back in the box brimming With snowflakes and their men Hello, Spring in Pa, what then? Rain, cold Damp, and oh the mold Whatever is the big deal? A little matter of 3 days and the reveal Won't you come to church? … Continue reading Spring, Now What?

One More Day ’til Spring

One day til Spring The feet of a songbird Grasp the bare basin Seeking fresh water The glimmer of sun Catches her eye She can't see in front Only to the side Chirping Where are the others? Those thirsty and dry? Alone with nothing, she sighs She hops down Into damp dirt A puddle where … Continue reading One More Day ’til Spring

The Thin Blue Line

The thin blue line Amassed over time Those who get up every morning and dress in blue Those who walked the line for me and for you Gone, shot, killed, set on fire Or took their own death while trapped in mire The job is an uphill climb every day Standing firm in justice facing … Continue reading The Thin Blue Line