Love is just a song we think we wrote. Expecting much, but never prizing more, we seek to seize the vial, tip, and pour the joy we want but never learn by rote. Till one day, looking out beyond our moat at cherry blossoms on the other shore we see the longed-for things, once old […]Read more "Bridge of Love"
Thank You, Lord, for children— little humans, full of life— laughing, jumping, singing, running; little robbers, demanding money, time, energy, patience; still, little diamonds, worth the cost— their words, their smiles, their hands, their hugs! small, magnificent treasures, lost in the quest for jobs, houses, clothes, cars; little children— made by God— whom Jesus never […]Read more "Thanksgiving: Children"
Above the clouds— swaying grass, tickled feet; the summit view— sprawling earth-blend art; an eagle passing; the rich, unending sky; the thrill of going heart on heart— forever. –Read more "joy"
Gentle Father, hold Your child. The stones of life have bruised the heart and left a tear-streaked, trembling face, inconsolable to any other— Your child cries for You. Bend down and brush the tears away, and take Your own into your arms. Lay the wearied on Your shoulder, to comfort with Your daddy-whispers […]Read more "Gentle Father"
It seems a cold, dark shaft where love would bid me go— deep beneath the hills. The memories, sand-like, blow— a heart-blinding draft. I’ve walked the caves before— walked them with a thief until the stars were gone; I know the haunting grief— and I cannot anymore. But I forget that love, with […]Read more "Take the Lamp"
She asked the world for love— he gave her pleasure. She asked the world to stay— he left a dagger. –Read more "Modern Love"
I’ll take a thousand thorns if I can hold that rose. —Read more "The Price of Love"