Where the Wind Is

“I look at the leaf, so high and lonely seeming, but not alone, swaying in worship of the sky—“ A poem about faith and longing

Flurry

“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 

“Step outside into a bright cloud,  and meet a world constructed of dust and light…” A meditation for a foggy morning

“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.

“Start small— a seedling leaning in the shade of a giant…” It’s not really about a tree…