in the interim Word Count: 3 Today’s Reading: Revelation 1 – Revelation 7 Reminder: On May 1 we start our study of Making Manifest by Dave Harrity. Learn more here. In the stillness, Sandy
Counting Down to Easter 2014: 4 Words
and enough is enough Word Count: 4 Today’s Reading: 1 John – Jude Don’t forget: On May 1 we start our study of Making Manifest by Dave Harrity. Learn more here. In the stillness, Sandy
Counting down to easter 2014: 5 words
Something larger holds us captive Word Count: 5 Today’s Reading: 1 Peter – 2 Peter Don’t forget: On May 1 we start our study of Making Manifest by Dave Harrity. Learn more here. In the stillness, Sandy
Counting Down to Easter 2014: 6 Words
In silence we’re not in control. Word Count: 6 Today’s Reading: James 1 – 5 Don’t forget: On May 1 we start our study of Making Manifest by Dave Harrity. Also… today is the official launch day for L.L. Barkat’s book, Love, Etc.: Poems of Love, Laughter, Longing and Loss. I’ve shared excerpts here, here, […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 36
“Poetry fills me with joy and I rise like a feather in the wind. Poetry fills me with sorrow and I sink like a chain flung from a bridge. But mostly poetry fills me with the urge to write poetry . . . ” ~Billy Collins, “The Trouble with Poetry,” in Aimless Love: New and […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 32 (still saturday)
Morning Prayer This is the day, let it be the day of the poem today, today, today for my loves who I care for and who You care for more than I ever could because, of course, You are God. ~L.L. Barkat in Love, Etc.: Poems of Love, Laughter, Longing & Loss […]
40 Words of Lent 2014: Day 30 (Plus An Invitation and a Giveaway!)
“We need solitude in a world that wants to visit, quiet from a world that wants idle chit-chat, and steadfastness in a world where everything’s changing and transient. We need time to gather the little pieces of ourselves that scatter.” Word Count: 40 ~Dave Harrity in Making Manifest: On Faith, Creativity, and the Kingdom at […]
poetry dare: tangled up in t.s. eliot
His lines crawl across my cortex when I sit and when I walk and when I lie down and when I rise up. While I wash dishes, he whispers words like maisonette and miasmal mist and fugitive resentment and glazen shelves and green silence. I can’t shake the images of brown waves of fog and daffodil bulbs staring up from eye sockets and a […]
doors: a photo and poetry prompt
Doors, real and imagined. They invite and shut out. They can lead to life or to death, to the past and to the future, to longing or loneliness, to hope and sometimes despair. Doors handle memories and opportunities. These are just some of the doors I saw last year–in my home, in my yard, in […]
poetry at work: shanty boy
My great-great grandfather, James G. Baxter, lived near Alpena, Michigan, in the late 1800s. He found poetry in his work as a shanty boy and wrote a poem called “The Harvest of the Pine” in 1910. Let me read it to you… And here’s a poem I wrote a couple years ago after visiting […]
