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I fell flat–face first Down on the ground Hard. Stopped short, mid-stride Chatting as I rolled Around the corner. (Why I’ll show these young people a thing or two.) All I wanted to do was Join in the fun— Ah, Family Skate Night. Fellowship with the saints, Be salt and light, Share the joy. I…
Sometimes I don’t know which direction I’m going until I get in the car and drive……. Sometimes I don’t know what’s on my heart until I start to write. sometimes I don’t know what’s on my mind until I open my mouth and speak and my Father gives the words. Sometimes I don’t know what…
Write the world a story –one of your very own– with a beginning like no other. Paint a picture only you can paint with brushes dipped in days and nights of liquid life when it pools and puddles. Illustrate the middle and tell us how it is, with all the color, the light, the dark…
Scattered seeds, scattered me strewn across the landscape like the leftovers of an exploded fruit. Full of me, I dropped the pieces here and there along the way without the time to STOP and listen. Father, retrieve my prayers. Draw around them the frame of your love….
My husband and I recently spent some time away for our anniversary and I discovered that in confined quarters–our all in one room on the island–it’s hard to find personal space. My husband’s solution? To not having to listen to me all the time? Turn off his hearing aids. Smile. It made me think about…
(after Gerard Manley Hopkins) Narrows Bridge, WA, photo by the author Glory be to God for freeway things For vehicles chrome-colored as Airstream and kin For billboards and tires that erstwhile sing Lemony busses, soldiering vans with commuters in. Praise Him all wheels and pavement, …