“There is nothing but God’s grace. We walk upon it; we breathe it; we live and die by it….” — Robert Louis Stevenson Your grace wakes me for early morning fellowship; You nudge my heart, and gently prompted prayer begins; You bring people to my mind, clarifying needs, and I sense Your overwhelming presence asContinue reading “Your Grace”
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Prayer
“God’s breath in man….the soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage….The Milky Way….the soul’s blood, The land of spices; something understood.” — from Prayer I, By George Herbert It can taste like salt, awaken our lips, a thick aroma like the richness of cinnamon, the bite of ginger, the heavy memory of clove that lingers, aContinue reading “Prayer”
Meadow Meditations
“I see that a shopkeeper advertises among his perfumes … “meadow flowers” and “new mown hay.” — Henry David Thoreau, March 23, 1856. I understand why Walden’s steward would note this on a page; he was a soul who adorned himself with cattail down and hazel bud and so appreciated the heady fragrance of theContinue reading “Meadow Meditations”
Considering Love
More than mere emotion, not bound by our intellect, but replete with perfect knowledge; more than we can express and just enough to fill us —undiminished and full to abundance; we cannot give away more than we receive, for it is He who first showed us. Song writers claim to capture it in the summer’sContinue reading “Considering Love”
Walking Stonehenge
We took a short excursion today walking amid the ruins of Stonehenge, considered the light slanting between columns of monoliths puzzled together in this circle that sits in astrological alignment, but we arrived hours past dawn and so missed the shadow event of Summer Solstice, but it was nice to visit, squint my eyes inContinue reading “Walking Stonehenge”
Adorned
My husband bought me this lovely robe for Christmas; he knows me so well; it could be behind glass as a Monet painting or exhibited with artisan fabrics at a museum; it is wearable poetry. It is gently textured like a canvas and has this perfect sheen in the piping, a bright reminder of new spring, Continue reading “Adorned”
Now
Time is a strange concept — a dimension, a progression, a measurement, a spell, the reason we age. When we count minutes, it flees or stands still; when we forget the clock, it loses meaning until a chime or falling shadow forces us back to our tick tock existence. Time is temporal, for the flesh;Continue reading “Now”
A Curated Life
I want to choose well, consider how I spend moments the way one might select museum exhibits. I don’t need much stuff — a few books (literature & poetry)— I really crave words, to read, to write, to chew on their meaning. I like boots; well, maybe that is too small a word, for I’dContinue reading “A Curated Life”
Lost in Thought
Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? — Matthew 6:26 I sit shifting between one book and then another; my interests far ranging as an image or new understanding sends meContinue reading “Lost in Thought”
Perfecter
Sometimes I’ve been ungrateful, less than grace-full; I’ve sat in selfishness, stirred discontentment, and I often find I’m stuck by my own indignation. Sometimes I’m ruled by fear of what the world can do to me; I can be petty, jealous, and childish. I’ve tasted bitterness, held it on my tongue, rolled it round, andContinue reading “Perfecter”
Poetic Meanderings 