“However long the night, the dawn will break.” — African Proverb I rise quietly, slip my robe across my shoulders and leave you sleeping, make my way to the kitchen, peek out of the small window, allow my eyes to adjust and focus on the silhouette of trees standing still in the last of theContinue reading “Entering Dawn”
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Breaking
My eyes are awake through the night watches, that I may meditate on Your word. — Psalm 119:148, NKJV There are those days when you meet the shard- edge of nerves, the riven- end of emotion, and you have not even a residue of strength left. You reach what seems the end of your reserves,Continue reading “Breaking”
God Alone
And may you have the power to understand, as all God’s people should, how wide, how long, how high, and how deep His love is. —Ephesians 3:18 We have moments of clarity, soul-deep perceptions, when in epiphany we are tucked in the love of God, quiet and aware enough to soak in the truth ofContinue reading “God Alone”
Open Invitation
I wonder what You look like as You listen; I can never envision a face; I just feel a nudging presence, a calmness, an open invitation to speak or just listen. In the dark night watches, those 3am awakenings, I often imagine the sky and ache to fall past that expanse of deep blue intoContinue reading “Open Invitation”
Shade of Silence
Quietude, which some men cannot abide because it reveals their inward poverty, is as a palace of cedar to the wise, for along its hallowed courts the King in his beauty deigns to walk. —Charles Spurgeon Sometimes I sit in the shade of silence, a corner or some placed removed from the common area, aContinue reading “Shade of Silence”
My Away
I couldn’t capture it before my commute, as the morning’s minutes ticked me to late; I wanted to bundle up the leftovers from a few years ago, some squandered or unwanted from another day, but time cannot be kept like a savings account. It swept me past noon, and as so many days before,Continue reading “My Away”
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”
Quieting Hours
The sun is setting, making a golden puddle of light through a shaft in the curtains. I am sighing away the day’s hours, reliving moments of joy and also the tensions that come with existing during this incongruous time. The honeycomb pattern in the drapes diffuses the last evening light so beautifully, and I amContinue reading “Quieting Hours”
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”
Poetic Meanderings 