Hi friends, I promised a few weeks back we’d be taking a Scripture Walk through Psalm 37. We’ll get there. Promise. In the meantime, I thought I’d share this little ditty that poured out while I was casually reading through the Gospels (a dangerous occupation) and happened upon a passage in Matthew 27. It sort of blew my mind….so I wrote a poem about it. … Continue reading The Daily News {{a #poem}}
Mesmerized Tabby in the sunlight stares while I fix my eyes, watching him watch, alert to any stirring that would ensure life is present– a whisker, a whisper, anything to reveal even one breath of sure thing in spite of what he sees. I wait, too, for that subtle unfolding. Writing poetry is one way I process the world. If you’d like to read more … Continue reading Another Poem About Waiting {what I learned from my Grandson’s cat}
Next to Simeon the Prophet she waited. Widow with a word, forthtelling of coming light. There was nothing else calling her name but His across the years like an echo from The Garden so long ago. She’d been seeking (was He hiding?) for what else was her life but this–an always looking in the temple courts, trusting the doorway would be darkened some day when Light came in … Continue reading Anna Waits {an Advent Poem}
I swerved around a swallowtail today, its goldblackblue mosaic translated across the glass and gone. Street’s curbed outline caught the corner of my eye as the colorburst startled me to noticing, awakened me to a sight just past the neighbors. A sudden glimpse of canines at their master’s feet—heads anon, ears aperk—then they rose and trotted on. ***** What if darting visions, experience, growth were … Continue reading How to Measure Time {a #poem}
I slip on this chosen shelter, hide within silken walls and wonder— How long will these layers hold? Fragile pearlescence surrounds me- who’s to say? My shattered self is still, waiting. Gauzy quiet and singular, barren days envelop me by the hour. I take pains with my words, listen more, defy the urgency of unnecessary things. Spinning a private insulation preserves me heart and mind, … Continue reading Cocoon-{a #poem}
Sometimes I guilt myself right out of joy. Like the surprise of an iridescent butterfly from an unsightly cocoon, who would expect this shimmering show in morning sunlight? Eyes are trained on Northwest firs framed in blue, frosted feeders, feathered presents hidden among the trees. I’ve held my breath, wondering. Did my mother ever ponder stilling herself, take a moment with the birds in her … Continue reading Gilt Gift {a #poem}
Bed askew with straw, rummaged leftovers of the menageries’ last meal. A stone space quarried like the heart of a small ark, opening just enough to cradle the straw. The stall, open planks no match for the midnight chill, gaps lasering light, streaming in on stone. Mother draped in simple cloth, teenaged hands trembling as she lays her infant in the place of the animals’ … Continue reading Plating the Bread of Life {a #poem}
Next to Simeon the Prophet she waited. Widow with a word, forthtelling of coming light. There was nothing else calling her name but His across the years like an echo from The Garden so long ago. She’d been seeking (was He hiding?) for what else was her life but this–an always looking in the temple courts, trusting the doorway would be darkened some day when Light came in … Continue reading Anna Waits {a #poem}
I’ve no chisel but this pen chipping at paper like stone, carving words, not to build but bend graphite like steel, curve the bones (Dear God, not break) but lay in place and then form a space to hold a new edifice, sculpt and rest and tap some more while You hand me bricks to begin, restore. *** The word contemplate is from the Latin, … Continue reading Contemplate {a #poem}
Blue Door Sapphire welcome says hello at the start of day I walk and wonder. Wisteria Dropping amethyst Translucent emerald trailing Reflected treasures Haiku for Spring Drops of see through gems moisture gift drips slowly down Silvered honesty. Accompaniment Devoted songbirds Daily raise their melody No maestro but Spring. Aerial Hummingbird sips blooms From windows I spy each zoom Birds in lilacs appear I’ve been … Continue reading Five Haikus for Spring