Morning Devotions

“Enthroned on the highest branch,  the crow sings  crowned by a faint half moon,  robed by the blue sky,  cawing the melody…”

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“White seeds dance softly  under the canopy  between the school   and the weather-beaten houses—“

“Elsa hasn’t come to our house yet,” she says, looking at the sky.  It’s the end of winter, and it’s 60 degrees…” A poem about southern Winters

“My voice had burrowed in a tree,  shaped like a small gray mouse…” A short, rhyming, fairy tale.

“I was a wild weed, a wild weed, a wild weed.   I was a wild weed, far from Your holy garden…” A poetic devotion meditating on Romans 11 

“There once was a girl, I remember a girl who might have been someone who used to be me….” Here’s one way to remember a childhood.

“An orange crown points to the sky, grayed, sweetly, by a flush of rain….” A poem about a small moment