Where the River Will Go
Quit trying to corral the river
to slow it down
or to touch every drop
or to steer it away
from the danger of the waterfall . . .
Poems & Musings
Where I’m From *
I am from cotton hand-me-downs, hemmed to fit, / From Carnation powdered milk / And big biscuit Nabisco Shredded Wheat. / From racing and yelling, “I’LL GET IT!” / Whenever the black rotary phone rang…
Queen of the Night
Born on the fourth day
of God’s great goodness
Your Creator crowned you
to govern the night . . .
In Praise of the Sun
In Praise of the Sun
Rays of sunlight beaming down like a gentle fan
set translucent spring leaves ablaze
midges become fairy lights, swirling sparks . . .
EARTH (4 of 4, God in the Elements)
You made this earth in Your image, O God
Ground under our feet, solid and still
In the sacred garden, we rose up out of the soil,
dust children,
and we spend our lives never leaving it . . .
WATER (3 of 4, God in the Elements)
You, God of Life
are the God of Water
Without you we shrivel and die
You built into our design
the craving for you . . .
FIRE (2 of 4, God in the Elements)
We who sleep are awakened by your holy blaze
Glory and love infuse the earth with sweetness . . .
WIND (1 of 4, God in the Elements)
Feather on the Breath of God
tiny feather, downy white
tucked under the wing
of mother dove
close to her breast
near to her heart
warm and safe
hidden, obscured . . .
Why I Bring My Camera
I bring my camera to be ready
for that magic moment
when a squirrel, rabbit or deer
will lift its lovely face to me
when a bird or butterfly or dragonfly
will sit still long enough . . .
Elegy for the Good Little Girl
Let us remember and lay to rest
a creature so compliant
that she took the rules
and swallowed them whole
creating her own iron maiden
The Alabaster Jar
with a loud crack
broken alabaster in my hands
my heart also breaks open
releasing a roiling wave of scent
heavy and musky
speaking of earth
of buried seeds . . .
Wrestling Angels
One of the stranger stories of the Bible is about Jacob wrestling with an angel. Apparently, this patriarch spent all night wrestling with an angel, saying, “I will not let you go until you bless me.” . . .
Baby on the Doghouse
Dreams can be so weird. Other times so meaningful. And occasionally, both at the same time . . .
Winter Solstice Pantoum
I can free myself and let the artifice blow away in the wind.
The eyes of my soul can illuminate the black of night . . .
Glimpsing God
When I am alone
when I let go of my doing
and sink into my being
Sometimes I hear a whisper
of my now and not yet . . .
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