No closet pocketed the clothes back then, so his bed tucked in that space under the ceiling slant where he peeled wall paper during nap time. I imagine cowboy boots kicked careless in the corner, hat hung on peg while Roy Rogers ticked time. Some years later, his mom exchanged the twin for double and […]
five minute friday: up in smoke
Some days it’s a fight to find a pen with ink that flows words fluid in just five minutes. I prefer the gel — black, though back in the day it was a fountain pen with cartridge — blue, that scratched battles across three-holed, loose leafs lined and ringed right tight in burgundy leather — fake, […]
When You’re Not Comfortable
I’ve been thinking a lot about my mom lately. I imagine I always will come fall. Because brain cancer came with the fall, discovered by a fall. We lost her two years ago this month, though some days it seems like yesterday. I hover over her squint at tilted back and crooked neck. Are you […]
a 10th day poem
Did you know that April is National Poetry Month? So I took a little break and drew ten little words (technically eleven for the third line) from my word magnet box. I played with them until I came up with this to celebrate the tenth day of the month. And that’s all I’ve got. Stilled […]
still saturday: delivered
Deliver. I’ve been thinking about this word all week. How He delivered Himself to us wrapped low to wrap us up in love, how He delivered Himself over to deliver us from darkness and death into light and life so we could deliver ourselves for Him, to be light to deliver others into the light […]
be still to be–be loved
be still, hidden in the pocket of this present moment and know the love that calms all chaos. be still for the beauty of the be is that you know that you are known and loved just as you are. be loved still. In the stillness, Sandy Linking with Bonnie as we explore the question: […]
31 Days of Coming to Grips with My Age ~ Day 23: When I Consider How My Life’s Been Spent
A couple years ago, I participated in a Random Act of Poetry for The High Calling where we were asked to select a poem that had an impact on us–and then write a poem about it. I chose this poem by Milton. When I Consider How My Light is Spent When I consider how my […]
How Can I Live? (One More Book Spine Poem)
How can I live as silver refined? Lord, I want to know you in your Word that’s sweeter than chocolate. So I’m sitting at the feet of Rabbi Jesus, walking in the dust of Rabbi Jesus, harvesting fog inside out. I’m finding a spiritual rhythm, soaking in this crazy love, developing a praying […]
Behold the Dawn After All – A Book Spine Poem
Behold the dawn a sound among the trees through open windows. Hear the applause of heaven in a syllable of water. God is closer than you think, and there is gaining through losing with absolute surrender. Abba’s child is walking on water in the eye of the storm traveling light fearless walking sacred pathways bringing […]
Melting Moments
Mounds of blueberry fluff float in a cotton candy sky kiss embrace become one and spill over into swirling tongues that lick the horizon in melting moments. Raised from the archives.
