I have only one word of advice: Do to others as you would have them do to you. That's it. That is the only flashlight you get. Keep it in front of you. It will go well with you. Everytime. (it's only cliche until you do it...) Forgive sweat and blood Skin covers bone with feeling Petals fall open * ... read more
Answers
Answers. Mostly not like a math problem, there are massively varied solutions. And those are the ones you actually figure out. Look. Listen. Touch. Smell. Taste. Senses are hardly the right tools. Memory comes closer. Pain closer yet. I'm not saying pain is the answer, just that we begin to understand different things when pain is ... read more
Grace
A year ago, a good man died in Africa. Willis. We tend to speak well of the dead—memory does that—but in the end truth lingers. Willis was kind and generous. I hope his two young sons absorbed his faith and are bearing that fruit even now. And Grace. Grace, his wife, is living out her name. I think it is Grace that I admire most in ... read more
Marriage
Poles apart Two merge into one Sky lays down on water and ripples * ... read more
Apple of the Eye
A bit like the smell of motor oil, I relish the smell of printer's ink. My husband actually likes a light smell of skunk. It recalls his uncle's ranch as as child, walking up the creek fishing and the barn cat that could not wait for the hook to come out before grabbing the fish. Ever wonder what odd thing makes your reflection shimmer ... read more
Green Flash
I've never seen the green flash. It's a sunset phenomenon wherein just after the sun slips below the horizon there is a flash of brilliant green. And I must tell you that if someone said they had seen it, well, it would be suspect. It is just a flash afterall. Anyone could say they saw it and the world ... read more
Christ Has Risen. He Has Risen, Indeed
Old crows and rocks gawked Wings and doubt over head flocked Savior rose rose rose * ... read more
Wait. You Just have to Wait
The Saturday of Holy Week: waiting, waiting--being still, living with the horror for a whole day, waiting. And their waiting was not in expectation of resurrection. More like: so now what? How do I explain this? Perhaps I'll just quietly walk back down to the dock and see how my fishing boat is. Anyone want to come? Corridor of death Clouds run ... read more
Cannon for Good Friday
Tremolo: earth quakes Glissando: law shifts on grace Fermata: ripping * ... read more
NaPoMo
Someone named it: April. And then National Poetry Month. NaPoMo our term of endearment. Poetry—the art of choosing the exact and right words. Oh it strikes fear in the hearts of those who expect this means there is a right and wrong answer. And sadly these days, poetry illicits disrespect for hiding rather than revealing ... read more
The Beauty of Nature
Grab a camera. Scan the world. What will you capture? Beauty. Without even thinking, we search for beauty... …if not classical beauty, then the beauty of the odd, the subliminal beauty of a curiosity or a fragment of human emotion. Click. It’s remarkable isn’t it—a myriad of forms so present, yet beyond us, that beauty feels like God. No ... read more
Dreams
Writers talk about “suspension of disbelief”. In fact, it is the essential ingredient in storytelling, the ability to cause a listener to enter the adventure—to partake of a proposed reality without skepticism. No holding back. Dreams have this genius. We participate in their reality no matter how birarre. Falling. Flying. Elevators that go ... read more
