Entering Thankful

“…that I might sing praises to You and not be silent. Oh Lord my God, I will give You thanks forever!” — Psalm 30:12 With too many and too much, we often fail to be thankful. We have become a people who feel entitled to all we desire, even in gluttonous amounts, indulging on everythingContinue reading “Entering Thankful”

Without Breath

Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! Let the trees of the forest sing for joy… — Psalm 96:12, NLT Would you weep with me if we imagined a world with no trees? No arching branches, no swaying canopies, no stately crowns, no fruit-laden boughs no music through leaves, no root-tilled ground, Continue reading “Without Breath”

Walking Amid Trees

The birds nest beside the streams and sing among the branches of the trees. — Psalm 104:12, NLT To stay under the wide arms stretching out to a calming blue, under the plumes of green, silver,  to gold and a deepening orange; to sit, back against the bark, and wonder how much life has passedContinue reading “Walking Amid Trees”

Detached

“Flowers are the music of the ground.  From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran I snipped green stems in angled lines, renewing the vein, a cut required for water, a temporary reprieve before the completion of certain decay. I photographed these charming blooms, profuse with color and releasing the heady aroma of florals,Continue reading “Detached”

A Shadow Falls

“You can only come to the morning through the shadows.” — J. R. R. Tolkien Sometimes a shadow falls, dimming the day, removing color that once saturated  everything.  We sigh deeply, each breath out releasing the burdens we carry until we slow into stillness and rest.  Revived,  once again enlivened  to the vibrancy of life,Continue reading “A Shadow Falls”

Stone Pillows

I have slept on stone pillows in nights of vivid dreams amid hours of wakefulness and You there listening, whispering; we wrestled, too, and I think a joint displaced would be fair exchange for a blessing in these weeping hours of deep introspection. That is the nature of this struggle — an inward look thatContinue reading “Stone Pillows”

Life

Fragmented speeches, flashes of faces; bits and pieces, scattered traces; pauses to consider a slant of light,  the bend of limbs in a leafless tree, a morning song of a lonely thrush,  the final brilliance of a setting sun — all forms of poetry— sighs, stutters, whisperings; running breathlessly, rest and rapid spurts, laughter, tears,Continue reading “Life”