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 […]
still saturday: poetry begins you
Let’s be clear: poetry begins you, though you might not know or feel it. You’re alive in a world God made from words. And God’s words have made you alive, and are making you more and more so. ~Dave Harrity in Making Manifest, “space and silence,” p. 25 Maybe it’s our job to incline our […]
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: a wordcandy poem
A WordCandy Poem Give me silence, water hope. It is time to ravel rays from ravished dreams. Steady yourself and see the length of life is decreed by nature, its depth by grace. To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle softening into butter. A thing like that can make […]
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 […]
Into His Presence
Blue Hole at Laity Lodge It’s a two-hour drive from the airport in San Antonio to Laity Lodge. I watch the city clutter fall away as we head into the hill country, pass through open land dotted with live oaks and scrubby vegetation. I’ve tucked my Horseshoe Lake poem in my pocket because I’ve registered […]
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.
