Hard to say exactly what a trip to Africa does to the heart. A blade of understanding, thin and keen, slips into the chest. The autogenic movement of the cardiac organ is all the momentum it takes to sever the wide wilderness of all I think I know. A panic of blood separates itself from the usual routes, all but invisible to you... .A hospital. ... read more
Faces
Let the story begin with a hero. Meet Ken the driller. Ken is a Kenyan educated in the US (earning both bachelors and masters degrees). After working in the US for ten years, he sold everything, cashed in his 401's, bought the best drill rig he could find and has been drilling wells in Kenya ever since. Says it was the best decision he ever made. ... read more
More than Words
Busy people want the three minute explanation of a trip to Africa.See those rays breaking through the storm?What was it like, they want to know. Look at my face, I say.Even if Moses told everything he saw on the mountain, recalled for us every nuance of detail, the crinkle of crow’s feet cornering God's eyes, the twinkle of iris against the pool of ... read more
16 Days in Kenya
~At night I listen for trains,the low moan of mercyfor those who forgettracks run both ways.~Train tracks, roads, power lines, its all two way traffic. Oh you didn't know that about electricity? Alternating Current. AC. Back and forth it flows.We are off to Kenya. To serve and be served. Giving that goes back and forth. Think of the possibilities. ... read more
Mother’s Day
The mountain carriesthe water, carriesthe boat, carriesthe man who thinkshe navigates the worldalone.Thank you God for carrying my mama, who carried me. I feel you there underneath it all.~ ... read more
Rock Piles
Used to be that when someone heard from God, they made a memorial. Frequently they were rocks piled one on another. These monuments were unmistakably man-made. But the proper question for the sojourner who happened upon them was—what has God done here?This is my rock memorial to God for reminding me that my first move should be kindness. You see, I ... read more
April first. Day of Fools.
You haven’t forgotten yet have you? April first. Day of Fools. The beginning of the National Poetry Month. Surely you remember the assignment over the last month—a haiku a day. With a minimum of instructions, participants were invited to leave haikus in the “thoughts” each day. As I hoped, lots of people gave it a try. Some I knew, some I didn’t. ... read more
Thunderhead
~Top lit thunder headsThose fearful breasts of heavenOur mouths open wide~This marks the end of National Poetry Month. I have only wetted my whistle heh heh. ... read more
Passion
~Passion’s hawkish feverUpdraft captures descentFeathers and Talons~` ... read more
Sacrifice
Just a flower. But life. Oh it would have faded and died anyway. Never the less, a life given for my pleasure. Makes me want to say thank you...to the flower? to God? ~Water and a knifeSlender neck measured and slitSacrificial rose ~ ... read more
Oh God
~Shaking petals looseLittle wind off the waterOh God there you are~ ... read more
Faith Rises
~Faith pushed from the nestThe urgency of fallingShall rise the sun~Faith rises on the wings of a thankful heart. ... read more
