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You could say (and you would be correct) the mottled, colorless sky leaves one bereft of brightness this time of year. You could say (see above) the empty, lifeless branches are dull, dormant gray/brown slender swords against said mottled sky. You could say (well, you know) there’s little beauty in such poor adornment, small pleasure…
This poem is inspired by my poetic friend, Tania Runyan, whose volume of poetry ‘Second Sky’ follows hard after the Apostle Paul’s writings. I thought I’d try my hand at a Scripture-prompted poem. The waltzing cat silently slinks between cupboards on concrete and grass. The only sound as he slips is the bronze tag…
“ I strain towards the future, eyes focused on the far away past empty, quiet gray, like looking for a hummingbird in the snow. I squint at fine twig lines as they slice across white over green in front of the dormant sienna. I spy her there, a gemstone stately in her royal stance among…
I always come home to you, Your smile, your arms, your lips. Strong as the anchors of a ship, Tethering my wandering, wondering heart. There is a safety in our past, Landmarks of history, Reminding me why I’m here A…
This shady place, shrouded in quiet and the shushing of trees… this cathedral of water-sounds borne on leaves. Here is worship– in the wind– bending carillon chimes blowing clouds, leaving blue. I hear birdsong as they raise their voices in praise. Echoing, answering– “Do you hear Him? Is He not wonderful, our Creator God?” I…
A shell of protection, this choice I’ve made To hide away indefinitely until This fragile, silken wall peels Away revealing new life. The barrier is temporary and…
Blue Plate Special–Good Today ONLY Get your own bread, Stop grabbing off your sister’s plate And eyeing your brothers’. I gave them just what they need— I’ll do the same for you. “What is it?” “Manna.” “What is it?” “Yes.” “but what IS it?” “You’ll just have to taste and see.” “So what’s good today?” you ask….