Poetry

There was no faithline, no family promises passed on through prayer. Only a bloodline from Creation’s start, scarlet thread bound and wound together, a cord the color of life, made by a Weaver who dyed it red with blood. Woven with the loom of love, a lifeline coming my way~ a cord in the window~…

Texas Sky April 2011     Thunderclouds are roiling on the horizon, stacking up East-wise, threatening to move in– move in and dump. But they’re whiter than white can be and only so much vapor. I imagine their rumbling high over distant mountains, molecules leaving mess and mayhem, headed this way. But there’s no running for…

The warm spring rain persisted Like the need for prayer, insisted I arise. A call to care, regardless of the hour, When time knows no limits, And love requires me to listen!   Whose heart’s cry do I hear? My own—involved, consumed? Aware of the power, if I ask, for The Father’s hand to reach…

I wanna wear rainbow-striped leggings like Carly or a bright pink tutu with Zoe’s sparkly shirt. I’d like pigtails or a vivid purple flower clipped in my hair. I’d like to run with abandon hollering after a ball and do a leaping high five when I catch it. I want to jump rope–double-dutch, in fact–…