“I loved the sun and it burned me. I loved the moon and it was cold. I loved the wind and it thrilled me. I loved the earth and lost its hold…”
Spirit Be Still
“Spirit, be still In the rain-splattered moments With milkyway sunbursts Crowding the day…”
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
The Voice of Moss
“My voice had burrowed in a tree, shaped like a small gray mouse…” A short, rhyming, fairy tale.
Wild Weed (Romans 11)
“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
Wednesday Fog
“Step outside into a bright cloud, and meet a world constructed of dust and light…” A meditation for a foggy morning
