Campfire Stories

Here the moon glows like coals high above the spiral sparks and teasing warm of ember gems buried at the bottom of the flame. – It makes us deep, contemplative or just flushed and slap-happy and sometimes gives us both at once so we sit round and, eager, tell our tales – Things that are, […]

Wind

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.

Thanksgiving: Home

The world is wide, and all its wonders, calling— mountains and castles and streams. But I am tired, and all my heart-steps, craving— not mountains, not castles—but home. Thank you, Lord, for home. –

Under the Umbrella

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 […]

More than a Dream

More than a dream that I wake from, snatching with empty, aching hands at the wisps of light fading fast to darkness— You are the One I wake to every time, unfaded brilliance, strong and sure, the only true God. –

Hopes vs. Fears

Some hopes glow like bright balloons That lure you to the sky— They take you up to glorious heights Then pop, then drop, then die. And when you wake with muddy teeth And gravel in your eye, With hands and knees and elbows scraped, The pain will make you cry. Wipe those tear drops from […]