When you did come, O God triumphant to Jerusalem, what of longing or of grief mingled with the shouts that long ago were owed to their great king? – And how serene and strong the Fire and Zeal of Bethlehem consistent as the turning earth walked and whipped and worked pointing them to heaven and […]Read more "Triumphant"
The grass grows tall and green again and death is covered—at Verdun.Read more "Tenacity of Life"
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"