Loom of Life

“…The loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.” — Henry Ward Beecher I’ve witnessed creation’s  expanse through natural  windows so many times,  looms, like the weave of these limbs, provide  a glimpse into a divine  expanse, andContinue reading “Loom of Life”

An Hour of Promise

The way of the righteous is like the first gleam of dawn, which shines ever brighter until the full light of day. — Proverbs 4:18, NLT There is this hour before dawn, no longer night but before morning, an in-between dark that holds a promise full light is coming, the first song of birds willContinue reading “An Hour of Promise”

Soothing Balm

The heavens proclaim the glory of God.  The skies display his craftsmanship.  Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make him known.  They speak without a sound or word; their voice is never heard.  Yet their message has gone throughout the earth, and their words to all the world. — PsalmContinue reading “Soothing Balm”

Witnessing Grace

As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God. —1 Peter 4:10 Light breaks just beyond these aging limbs, this kindly tree with its split bark and thinning canopy is still offering a single  cascade of  fuchsia blooms— morning’s gift of dewy blossoms—Continue reading “Witnessing Grace”

Cape Daisy

You hold a sunrise, the edges and brightness of orange and mellowness of a lavender awakening to plum; your arms outstretch in perfect white light, you are nested in the most vibrant green — an entire arboretum I could walk  through again and again, if only I had more hours to amble and get lostContinue reading “Cape Daisy”

A Silence

We cannot hear the light, the casting  of shadows or the rays that follow fair morning’s rise; it lifts from slumber  and settles in a silence beyond quiet,  startling in the thunderous hush of a shaft  of splendor that takes our breath away  as the world declares the clearing of night  and dawning brilliance inContinue reading “A Silence”

A Wild Joy

Maybe I look half-crazed, kneeling down, waiting amid the greenery and dandelions, swaying as I try to focus…just a little closer, without alarming these airy, little creatures who finally seem to pose, appease the mad woman in the leaves; I wait as they dance and alight, swirl together and land, brushing my hand in aContinue reading “A Wild Joy”