Monday Morning Prayer

I’ve been stuck,
stagnant,
stewing by myself
drowning in unmoving water.
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heart potato from my garden, 2020 Potent works of art we are molded by God, thrown on the wheel, mud at his mercy. Shaped and used as He wills, fired in this earthly kiln– refined, His glory glazes. Empty vessels, He fills us, to water others with love, slaking their thirst. Sometimes we leak through…
Dear Kind Readers, as you may know (and for those who are new here–welcome!) my second book of poetry, Mining the Bright Birds: Poems of Longing for Home found a publishing home earlier this year at a small press in Oregon. I wrote about the background of the book in June (three months have flown…
They shimmer and sway in the breeze branchy partners against a Danube blue sky. Glassy diamonds on the green– arrow fragments, light glimmering in an anthem song. The play a tune for my eyes, loudly announcing the beauty of dusk, a message in light music reflecting in emerald on the velvet evening. The leaves bend…
We’ve been informed we are flying at 29,000 feet (approximately) above the face of the Earth, suspended (how? by speed, lift and whatnot) like a moving planet jettisoned in a line moving at the speed of sound (light?). Refreshments are served, secured with invisible payments traveling via plastic and magnets swiped by staff standing still…
spent some time with the family recently. A lot of family….ever felt like this? ~~~~~~~~~~~ My train of thought often veers off track taking side journeys to sights unknown. I’ve jumped the rails, freight cars airborne, leaving passengers in my wake, schedules in hand, confused, wondering– did they miss the whistle at the station— ’cause surely,…