They don’t have our God. And so they quake as with the earth and shudder like the trees while frosted winds assail. They trip and tremble on their way; unknowing and unknown, they cast for solid ground but never find a hold. – Their rock is not our rock. And so the water raving waves […]Read more "None Besides"
The drizzling raindrops seem to say that all the things we love will not dissolve in sorrow. – That when the master made the watch he wound it tight…and stayed, refreshing each tomorrow.Read more "Rain"
I wonder if that frog thinks the world is just a fevered dream inside his pond… – or does his mirror reflect, in green- translucent shine, the way creation always meant to be?Read more "Frog"
The breeze blew by so gently It seemed the promise of my dreams had come to call. A breath like rain-dropped grass, it said the ground had greened at last and put her apron on.Read more "Wind"
I watched a flower give itself— a thousand tiny strands— that wafted into wind and grew a field of dandelionsRead more "Life"
The earth is really still the same when winter winds subside and sunshine flows while warmly blows the breath of spring again. – The earth is different every time the dead things turn to green and seeds that died now quickly ride their stems to life…againRead more "Spring"
I never knew how much I loved the light until the dark awoke and tore a terror, slow, inside my heart. Not a stab of sudden fear. The pulsing throb of confidence that now the lights are off they’ll always stay that way. – And in a little while at last I knew the game […]Read more "#forme"