Corrected Lens

I love you, Lord, not for the road to my own castle that I took you for, but for You Yourself— the end of every road I take.

Night and Day

They meet at the edge of the world— the soft, pink pillow of the sun and the cold, navy runway of the stars— two as different as they come. And if they refused to be seen together, the children of earth would live and die without ever seeing a sunrise.

Waiting Wintertime

tension tingles in the air, beads of frozen iron. All the talk’s of fronts, of air, cold, precipitation. Weather there’s an in-between the now and what is coming it might as well have never been against the future numbing frost and frozen water drops white as tufted ice-balls. We rush to board up home and […]

The Choice

Kitty sits arrested on the fence, paused like stone between the either-way of going right toward forest trees and manse or left as far as empty fields can say. Now one may wonder how a single cat who’s busiest moments doze in lazy sleep, would ever need to plan just where he’s at or ponder […]

January 7, 2026

Who would think it January? Not the birds chatting eagerly as they zoom from branch to branch, not the tiny blue flowers, newborn among the weeds, and not I, warmed by sunshine and emboldened by the wind. Together, we savor this slice of Spring served so early in the year, the dead world stirring to […]

Though Sunlight Wanes

Sure though the light that led me through the day and hastens quickly to its wint’ry bed should deign to paint the clouds like kids at play: spilling flame and orange overhead, and though the shadows gath’ring round would dance their undulating coldness as the wane of mirthful brightness turns at last askance and closes […]

Midwinter

The color drained from the world; the shallow breaths of death moved across brown grass till nothing was left— except hope. And nobody could see it— except the birds, who carry it, beak-full by beak-full, all over the grey, the last ones who remember— nothing is really changed; life has only stepped away for a […]

Winter Birds

They fly the sky in style fletching waspish cloud, winging raven calls through quiet to nests now full and loud. – The sky’s a little fuller with ravens in the air; proof the world will go on twirling ever live and fair. – – – Photo by Lidia Stawinska on Unsplash

Protoevangelium

“The Lord God said to the serpent, “Because you have done this, cursed are you above all livestock and above all beasts of the field; on your belly you shall go, and dust you shall eat all the days of your life. I will put enmity between you and the woman, and between your offspring […]

To Those Who Walk in Darkness

“The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone.”‭‭ Isaiah 9:2 In the deep where sunlight cannot go— the place where whispers creep and tremors grow— we people whither in the hearts we know. We own that steeps to […]