Imagine the river of the aorta as pristine, a heartland, inside the swamp of body, unpolluted enough for God…  *      ... read more

We don’t have that many words for fire—the hand and heart of light—warming consuming. *  ... read more

Water carries no history or future Connected to thirst Like God * ... read more

Amnesty day: Sticks and stones are forgiven. *   ... read more

Not just a license plate,but how it shields the grinding wheel,a father standing over his son,the shadow of authority, a bystander, unable to prevent accidents. * ... read more

So perhaps love is this way: high pressure then afternoon rain, the fresh smell of arrival, forgiveness, like regret, staying face up through the cloudyablution.   * (link to Monkey. ) ... read more

Fear never burned with disbelief like the mouse, forced headfirst into the wind, flight without feather or faithto catch himself. *   ... read more

Like a word misspoken, then taken back.  We call it morning, with coffee so strong it needs cream. *   ... read more

    She huddles against failure, curls into yesterday, despairs, stunned that she was Chosen for this moment.           *  ... read more

  Beauty’s indifferent to poverty, affluence. My reflection floats on the surface And wonders. * ... read more

Hoar Frost. You don’t need a picture. Memory does it for you, imbedding words into being. Yet there are also words with no visuals. Abstractions like hot and smothered. Sigh. How interesting that God describes Himself as the Word. Covering both universe and nothing.  God’s name is not Word, He is Word. But He has many names. Is there any ... read more

Emptiness filled by likeness: you in me.* I miss you Mother.Marjorie Carey Brosius(1927-2004)  ... read more