In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan, earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone; snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow, in the bleak midwinter, long ago. —CHRISTINA ROSSETTI Our little house, stilled in a frozen moment on a Thursday morning, taking a deep breath in and waiting to exhale.Continue reading “Frozen Moment”
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Times Slows
The mellow music of the cello keeps time to the flicker of our candle, the undulating flame a reminder of the sun, the fire of our closest star. I am overwhelmed by a sense of remoteness in the gray of this return of winter, a bleakness that feels heavy, that reminds me of all theContinue reading “Times Slows”
An Echo
She hopscotches along the edge of a playground as I add numbers or answer emails; she skips alongside me at social events— graduations, weddings, funerals— waiting for me to notice, reminding me there is more in a moment than ceremony or sadness; she sits beside me in silent kindness when I cry, and she rushesContinue reading “An Echo”
An Anguished Ache
You may think no one will understand a pain you carry, that deep wound that overwhelms and defines your being. You may doubt that you are worthy of real love, and so deny yourself any compassionate understanding. You may cry out in the shadow-silence of your soul and wonder if God knows theContinue reading “An Anguished Ache”
Uprooted
She lays the pale-pink rose inside the fountain remembering how it was a living thing, rooted, just a day or so ago, but the blush lingers, the scent remains, the petals are still silken to the touch, but only for a day or two more, with no roots, no veins inside the soil, it willContinue reading “Uprooted”
Trees Weep, Too
The limp leaves that begin to curl before drying on the limb and letting go, the bark that fissures and cracks, peeling back from the trunk, the sap that seeps and runs to cover a wound or release disease, the canopy that sags in drought or after a heavy spring storm — in this worldContinue reading “Trees Weep, Too”
Puddle
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.” — Robert Frost A poem hovers somewhere above me, just out of reach, I know there is something I need to free, some image to get out, but just now I am preoccupied with a pain in myContinue reading “Puddle”
Kindness Sings
…Love kindness … and walk humbly — Micah 6:8 A smile of welcome, a hand offering help, ears willing to listen, a gentle nod of encouragement— the way of freely extending grace— these simple acts of kindness declare so much more than we could ever imagine, one small gesture leading to another, love building uponContinue reading “Kindness Sings”
Enfolded
I reach for your hand while watching our favorite movie, or when we are choosing bananas in the produce aisle of the grocery store, sometimes as we listen to the Sunday sermon, or as we drive to a family visit, and often when we are out walking our neighborhood— in the good times and theContinue reading “Enfolded”
A Simple Prayer
“The real things haven’t changed. It is still best to be honest and truthful; to make the most of what we have; to be happy with simple pleasures; and have courage when things go wrong.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder A turn in the day when for a moment you stop the business, and look upContinue reading “A Simple Prayer”
Poetic Meanderings 