Awakening

I’ve found such comfort sitting  amid blooms, listening to katydids,  following the sweet beat of butterfly  wings and the humble patience  of a pollen-collecting bee.   I’ve wondered at the industry  of ants lifting many times  their body weight, again and again, along the stone path winding through my little patch of Eden.  I askContinue reading “Awakening”

The Artist

A moonbeam rides along the angled roof and sits in the hollows under eaves outside my window as I consider starlight in drifts, like mist blown on ink. The blue haloed Venus has light distilled to white and then diffused into a translucence of beautiful gauze. Moon, stars, all glorious on God’s obsidian canvas, andContinue reading “The Artist”