The white and pink blossom hinted at honey.Such a small and delicate thing to hold so many memories.Standing as still as the tree — trunk to trunk, root to root —With the sun on my back and a world on my shoulders,An as-it-will breeze ruffled petals and consciousness. A honeybee danced at the corner of … More To simply be
yesterday was flung into the setting sun— arcing over a canopy that brushedthe pale pink and purple puffs that softenedthe sky — pulled down, to its end, into the horizon sunsets in autumn, an end to an end — curtain callsbefore the curtain falls to the ghost light— the gradual fading of applause, our audience … More the grace of a setting sun
the amber traps and holdsold memories under glass molding and folding moleculesaround the unsuspecting and unexpected life that was birthed in Spiritgroaning and rejoicing from sacred roomswhere thoughts and prayers fed tireless fingers for clicking keys I recall a darkened narthexcut by a blade of light from the door– your door – to σοφίας καὶ … More set apart, in amber
Right now, my soul longs tolie on top of a grassy hill,back flat to the earth wheredust to dust is just as closeas it will be until my Day. Ringed by red pine stretchingheavenward, crowns liftedin fragrant praise and offeringfor having roots – and giving them –as ancient Will intended. Crows dance their way to … More Lying hillside, dreaming on shiny things
Fog abates the darkening cut of shore With fingers’ brush of water’s airy reach,While vessels’ breath breaks for what lies beforeAnd mutters kyries in halting speech.Sea’s bracing grip around uncertain hullSpurs maddening heart to clutch love’s image,For the muffled croon of the distant gullCannot dissuade thoughts of an icy cage.Yet, through this cold, deceiving – … More Fog abates the darkening cut of shore
I know.I see it.Movement. Clustered tips of arborvitaebend with the breezeand I want to be in that supple exchangeof breath and life. Thick botanic pillarsbound in ruffled spraysof green, fan over fanhand in hand, as one,yet varied as thought. Is this not faith and gracein one fragrant tower, a signand shadow of our shape,from Edenic … More what is it about today?
Leave, return, stand, and sitLift and carry, place and pauseHug and hassle, kiss and playLove and protest, fear and pray Press the thought beneath the tongueTrap the words behind the teethSmile to push it all awayLie when nothing left to say Hide in shadowed silence boughtCrouch amid the treasured dustCover head from volleyed hateRefuse to … More Here, a Nicodemus
Usually, after writing a poem, I feel okay about it. It’s rare to think I’ve hit on something good. This one…it leaves me wondering. I wrote, tweaked, paused, tweaked (repeat) and then just wanted to rewrite the whole thing. Then, I realized that pride and vulnerability were duking it out. I believe an artist’s job … More faith is
Four months…twenty four months…for many, it’s been a very long winter…a long wait for our own spring…a freeing from home, from limitations, perhaps from others…imposed and self-imposed isolation in a variety of ways. The living Water, God, gives us grace even in our darkest, coldest moments. We’ve all just been trying to hold up our … More Give grace kindly
Oh, to learn to holda dandelion seedin the palm of the hand outstretched in whitewhere softened cracks and creases touch and kiss and miss watch white, delicate fluffdance with breeze and breathbrushing past and over to the edge of skinteasing gain and loss tickling what could be fingers cage it incrags and cuts that trapsticking … More To learn to hold
a tilting of air 