The Rock Men

The rock men stand along the sides, the guardians of the road, and we drive on beneath the trees unconscious of their load. They lift the hillside from the earth where deer and rabbits stray; they block the mud from sliding down and covering our way. So should you round the bend sometime and glimpse […]

Vain Imaginations

One sure-footed day, I chanced to glance sideways and glimpsed a little speck of trouble flying at me from the west. I ran, I stumbled, I tripped. The earth beneath me slipped, tipping up like a mighty ship before succumbing to the sea. Someone let the tornadoes out inside my head, the roaring forces smashing […]

In Your Light We See Light

What is a diamond in the dark? Or a mountain meadow with no light? What is the artist’s grandest mark or the whimsy of the clouds to night? Only blackness—like the hole that swallows whole my heart and eyes, down to the soul, blank as coal, where beauty haunts in whiffs and cries. If not […]

Pondering

That lucid moment that parted all the pain behind from all the pain ahead— like God parting the sea and coming through to meet her— shined— brighter than the star, brighter than the angel hosts, brighter than the gleam in shepherds’ eyes. This was no stable— but a palace. These were no shepherds— but princes. […]

If I Can’t Go…

If I can’t go, I’ll grow—up to the sky like the trees do; fill up my space like the seas do; stand and be still like the peaks do— a nomad at home in the shadow of You.

Grey Fall Days

Grey days! When the leaves blaze from stalwart trees, then drift, drift away— soft, upon the breeze— to fall and brown and lay like dirt. On days like these, we cannot help but gaze. This is their closing hymn of praise.

Interdependent

The trees move; they laugh and play, they bend and sway, they wave our fears away— they who have no muscles. . The winds go; they jump and fly, they cross the sky, they race and awe our eyes— they who can’t be seen. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Another Sunset

Time pushed us forward, and we rode the world into another sunset— another dampening of the lights, another sharpening of blue overhead, another wandering of cumulus puffs edged in liquid fire— like some breathing landscape set there long ago, waiting—just for us— today.

Writer Musings

Can we walk among the stars? Like children tether-free of earth,like comets burning holes through black, like little flecks of northern lights?And shall we leave our footprints on the moon?So far-off paths will shine in sunlit dust,and worlds will twirl on by without a word, and astronauts will not feel lonely.We will sing where sound was never heard,we […]

The Purpose of a Window

I am a window– only a window, hammered into wall, held between the worlds: I know the feel of sunshine and of dusty, closed off rooms. I am not stained glass, not a holiday of my own– just transparency. But if You’ll take water and soap and scrub the dirt from my face and set […]

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