On my way home, I found I was not alone— hope climbed in and sat beside me— a silence occupied with smiling. And all around the dying sun touched the road and trees and made them gold— so much like kindness if kindness had a color. I saw my mountain, mother-like, waiting where it always […]Read more "Welcome"
Pounding down the dusty trail, far up and off away, pounding toward McLeod place. Johnny comes home today. – A year ago, the snow still clumped in mounds of melting gray. A year ago he’d worn his sword— but now he comes home—to stay. – She hardly remembered the smell of his beard. She’d kissed […]Read more "The Homecoming of Johnny McLeod"
Every morning, with the sun I rise and journey to the docks just where the ships arrive bearing goods for me. – High-stash holds of boxes filled with dazzled thoughts and softer light or darker griefs and greys: all the hours for me. – Part-way glad and partway sad I sit exhausted, midway through just […]Read more "Ships"
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. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Home"
Father, thank You for Sundays— brothers and sisters huddled at your feet, singing to You and remembering You and waiting for You— sweet foreshadows of Home. –Read more "Thanksgiving: Sundays"
It’s hard to watch the hands of time, dismantling the past. unscrewing memories, packing up the artifacts in boxes to bury someplace. The house I loved, taken board by board, is not the place it was before— but lonely, struggling to stand, in a forgotten field. My elders—where are they? Time has damaged […]Read more "Changed"
Like a fortress, rock strong, after long days of war, like the glow of the fire warming feet on the floor, like a hot cup of tea after cold and the rain, like the silence of night after day’s noisy strain— He refreshes my soul when at last we’re alone, and I can’t help but […]Read more "He Restores My Soul"
This poem is for my mom—an intelligent, fun, beautiful woman who could have done anything she wanted. But she chose to be Mom to my five siblings and me, not just in her free time, but 24/7. The gift of growing up with her is one that I will treasure forever. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! […]Read more "Beneath the Glass"
To You, I never have to say goodbye, Feeling a piece of heart tear away with You As I watch You leave. I don’t have to turn my back on You and drive away, Forsaking my home. You will never leave me. You have rescued me From that vast place in the little word […]Read more "No Goodbyes"