life

Morning

Wake up, my heart! Wake up, O lyre and harp! I will wake the dawn with my song. — Psalm 57:8 Counting my blessings, even this — to rise again, able to stretch, soaking in the warmth, as I watch another glorious sunrise, coffee in hand, life expanding, from dawn to day, breathing in thisContinue reading “Morning”

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”

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”

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”