I sit near the window in the diner, wrap hands around a warm white mug, and gaze back across the boulevard to the hospital, aware that this day’s solo wait for my love is an early drill of things to come. Aware that as sure as winds sweep riotous autumn leaves from the trees, as sure as migrating geese wing their way out of sight, today’s wait during a routine screening will … [Read more...] about One Day

You gaze down on us like a tall man on stilts, walkin’ round, showing off nothin’ but your golden smile— you are a spy with hat pulled low. What do you see, new moon, as you survey this blue marble? You, who inspire love songs, when you bare all, do you see us loving this breathing beauty we are called to husband? Bare your face. Inspire us to sing love to this … [Read more...] about New Moon

I am stumbling down, stupid drunk— inebriated on spiked slogans and sophisticated appeals poured freely from screens, billboards, magazines, lulling me into an intoxicated stupor until my brain is pink cotton candy fluff, my senses, numb— so that I can no longer clearly see or feel the natural world or all that matters most. All I want is more. … [Read more...] about Inebriated

Morning sun nudges away night’s sharp chill, paints golden edges on field grasses and distant woods, as my four year old granddaughter laughs music into the air, chasing her beloved dog across the wide meadow, unreservedly loving this moment with all she is, pulling me into this corner of heaven, immersing me in this sweet glory you have given us to share. … [Read more...] about This Corner of Heaven

Grace rises, a full moon moving up and over us, building shimmering bridges across great ocean divides, lighting the way in the darkness of night, raining radiance on us through the arch of life. Grace, a full moon, rises. … [Read more...] about Grace Rises

Death’s shadow appeared on the nearby hills a few years back. In those darkened days I was, by some grace, given a surprising glimpse of the glory here with us— rising as light from my feet, filling the air around me illuminating everything. Today my feet still caress the earth, cling, dust-to-dust, astonished by this temporary housing where I curl up, a wild cat purring … [Read more...] about Earthen Vessel

Sensuous ball of satin white elastic you are more than a lump-of-clay. You are a responsive, living thing. You stretch, yet hold yourself together as I pull against your structure. You yield, then spring back with counter force as I press my weight against you. It is as if you know this interplay will open space to give you breath that you might rise to nourish life in others. … [Read more...] about Bread Making