…the evidence of things not seen. — Hebrews 11:1 I look long into the sky, peering into blue-gray clouds, straining to see past the nebulous, thick layer into calm space, so wanting to see the flicker-lit night, the distant light that happened in the past, memory from another day, and I find on this nightContinue reading “Distant Light”
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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”
Contented
I sit before bedtime, tapping at my computer, admiring the frayed edges of my favorite hoodie, the sleeves pulled over the back of my hands so that just my fingers stretch out to type. I see you at your desk, a plaid flannel robe, the thick collar pulled high on your neck, and you don’tContinue reading “Contented”
Early Watches
I hear You best in early watches, 2, 3, 4am; Your presence near, and I am wide-eyed with questions, my whys and what ifs, and I feel like a child just awakened by lightening. You attend me patiently, calm my flutterings, and nudge me to remember other souls to pray over. In these predawn hours,Continue reading “Early Watches”
Grappling Hours
He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” — Psalm 147:3, NKJV In the predawn hours when only the first birds have begun to test their voices before the arrival of a full choir, I sit and ruminate life. In this dark hour You meet me with comfort only love can give, and IContinue reading “Grappling Hours”
Poetic Meanderings 