Father, thank You for Your Word— the place where eyes gather marks of ink, but hearts behold the beauty of the LORD. –Read more "Thanksgiving: the Word"
You gave the chance to fly— silver canvas street, and I, thrilled to join the fleet, steered my car on to the sky. Father, thank You for rainy commutes. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Rainy Commutes"
When man first came to be and watched from out the windows of his eyes the shifting world about he saw the shine of sunlight on the waves and perceived, invisible, the rushing brush that bowed the trees, he knew the richness of his world and loved it. – When man first turned his mind […]Read more "The Glasses"
Father, thank You for this night— the moon ascending on a starlit chair above illumined edges of the clouds—all white— the frozen earth below, ashimmer in its gaze, the silhouetted trees uplifting empty hands in praise, a lonely leaf wandering on the wisps of wind, and I, admiring, wondering, smiling, there within the artwork of […]Read more "Thanksgiving: A Beautiful Night"
The perfect night— a soft rain serenading; the street ashine with lamp light; the leaves stretched out, lazy, on the grass; and I, quiet on the porch, sipping on delight. –Read more "An Autumn Night"
O earth—friend—how nice you look today— your soft, pink blankets spread across the sky, inviting with the gentle touch of dawn. Your brown and rusted leaves you flag-like fly, a kindred spirit calling me to stay. Do you know how much I want to stay? My whole heart withers as I step away— […]Read more "Restless"
Just look at the enchanting rain! Falling like a silver veil. I wonder at the people who complain at so beautiful a thing. They push back curtains and only see de-styled hair and wrecks of plans—as if the earth were meant to be the steward of our whims. Of course, the conscientious ranks […]Read more "Wonder of the Rain"