White Blankets

O the coldness of the world that bundles up with blankets white and sparkling and sharp as water-frost while all of nature sleeps! – – – Photo by Simon Berger on Unsplash

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

To the Shepherds

To the shepherds whose hearts bore some small, fragmented reflection of His own, He came— the good Shepherd, small and swaddled, given in a place where they would be welcome.

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 […]

Praying for Rain

If I am a blade of grass, the world serves me drought, the feet tread—heedless—on my head, and I am brown, cracked, and bent. Wave in the wind, they say, and shine in the sun, Emerald. Sport the frost or all is lost to the grey, the ice, the end. But I am only a […]

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