Elusive— a whiff in the air a flash in the night the sparkle of dew before it is gone. ••• Locked— water beyond guards gold behind glass homeland of exiles who may not return. ••• The key— a nail through His hands my sackcloth and ashes the balm of chains unlocking joy. ••• Ubiquitous— a […]Read more "Happiness"
You know how long I’ve dreamt of rain— You’ve seen me at the window sill, my forehead pressed against the pane, waiting for the raindrops to appear. I saw the full clouds moving in, and wondered how the rain would feel— like happy sky-drips on my skin? or maybe heaven running through my hair? It […]Read more "Under the Umbrella"
When I say no, You say yes— gently, firmly. The trees bend to Your wind. And inevitably, my willfulness will bow like so. The joys I’ve missed— Your priceless name, and kind, kind heart, the strongest arms and purest charms, your matchless art— are mine to claim. Who can resist? Though wishes press, […]Read more "When God Says No"
Oh God, most beautiful, arise to shine upon my weary ways, transform these shadows into light, and turn familiar tears to praise. – These days stretch on like endless night, weigh heavy as an iron chain when I forsake your kindnesses to sow my heart with seeds of pain. – But You are glorious in […]Read more "God Most Beautiful"
The puddles shine like glass on dampened, trampled trails; the rivers run each day where the forest stays and stales— well fit, they say, for me. But I can hear the sea. Perhaps the pond that rests among the browning hills? The crystal lake that skirts the mountain’s cedar frills? Enough for all but me […]Read more "My Lot"
God gives life in moments, Tiny, glass globes Placed into our hands. Don’t let them fall And shatter on the ground. Don’t throw the ugly ones away. Don’t grip the nice ones Till they break. Catch them. Kiss them. And let them go.Read more "The Gift of Life"
I loved the little, stone-paved road That wound beneath the aspen trees And stepped across the stream that flows Where daisies dance and brush the breeze. I prayed and dreamed the soul-craved road. You stepped away into the grass And offered me Your wounded hands, And what choice did I have? I chose To […]Read more "The Unmapped Ways"