Startled Snow

A boot’s free-fall crunch! Swiftly from the evergreen a red cardinal hops.

Love and Marinara

They wrote a sonnet in spaghetti cooked, eaten together under twinkle lights – – – Photo by Rachel Claire: https://www.pexels.com

Autumn Feast

Rise and come, the trees are bare and all the leaves are on the ground. There’s something brunkish in the air and brown and orange all around. – We’ll feast on crispy oven-meat and mounds of creaming vegetables, bread made crinkly-warm from heat, and butter salt delectables. – We’ll drink from icy mountain streams in […]

Time Fall

Time skips like the squirrel tossing through the frosty leaves desperate for acorns. – – – Photo by Kirill Zenin: https://www.pexels.com

In beginning

– God before the world was crafted, uncreated holy light, co-eternal with the Father, God in essence, radiant might. – Nothing sundering from His glory, pure, distinct, and glorious He, with the Father and the Spirit perfect, holy trinity. – All the earth lies sprawled before Him all that is by Him conferred naught existing […]

Only, Alone

Spread the Word to Christian lands Open Grace holds out its hands, Lasting hope through Christ is won Absolution through the Son. – – Photo by John-Mark Smith: https://www.pexels.com

Mist

Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com

A Sunday Prayer

Today You burst the bonds of earth and flew to heights of risen joy, taking captive, captive host giving gifts and life long lost – My feet, set squarely on the earth, are disinclined to leap with joy. Your captive mercy feels coerced I (oh so faintly!) feel my dearth. – The truth I know, […]

Leaves Much to be Desired

Leaves are bits of rare gold-dust swirling, whirling, down to man; ruby, russet, emerald that cover up the browning grass like jewels. Such renewals start by dropping gems like glass shattering hues till reassembled green can peak from trees again. The currency exchange we trust. – – Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Prayer for Gilboa

The dew lies glassy on the grass like tears. The early mourning sun has touched the sky. And far above, that promontory high, Gilboa, rises from the misty years. The shrike of arms, the shattering of spears— seem memories the wind bears in its sigh, The place for kings and warriors to die groans wearying […]

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