Here is a poem inspired at a weekend retreat with some amazing people, where God took time to demolish the places I was looking for strength and to reinstate Himself as my one true source of security: I thought my home was taken Away these past five years, In houses whose owners made me fear…
Come, the gentle swaying trees, The fresh, cool breeze, The foaming seas, The buzzing, busy, happy bees. . Come, the rainbow in the sky, The mountain high, The home-made pie, The song-bird singing as it flies. . Come, the calm, patt’ring showers, The old towers, The fresh flowers, The joyous solitude hours. . Come, the…
A bird lands On a friendly perch To recover from flying Over endless miles, And spreads its wings once more To blithely wander on– But the perch turns out to be Inside a metal cage With a one-way door. Incarcerated. . A new little vine With branches too weak Climbs up a strong tree With…
As a kid, did anyone else feel safer by simply hiding under the covers when there were scary sounds at night? Does anyone else feel safe, at peace, when the sky is covered with clouds, too exposed and vulnerable when there’s not a cloud in the sky? That’s how I often felt and feel. Maybe…
When I ask for life like it used to be, You say, “The past was beautiful, But the future is brilliant. We’re on an adventure, No two days are the same, But I’m leading the way. Remember our past, Rejoice in the present, Rest in the promise of the future. You are and always will…
Yellow is the best color. It’s butter on popcorn At a movie theater. It’s a sunflower lifted toward the sky, A VW Bug stuffed with friends, Hip-high rods of cement and steel That tell you it’s safe to walk here. It’s a glass of lemonade On a hot summer day, The star atop a Christmas…
Beyond the veil, the Maker waits, Adorned in shining yellow light. An inner sanctuary bright, Sweet balm that every longing sates. Before the veil, I stand and gaze And long to venture toward His side, To never feel the need to hide– But I’m a wretch of sinful ways. Then to my right…
I am currently working on the next chapter of Lady Elizabeth. Who knew writing a period story would be so challenging? But, as I find myself increasingly concerned with historical accuracy, increasingly much time must be spent on researching the minutest little details (it’s really quite fun), and each sentence’s wording and structure requires careful thought….
I’m a history major–I think I’ve mentioned that before. As I approach the end of my schooling, all the history stuff I’ve learned over the past years is finally bubbling to the surface and becoming an integral part of my thinking. It’s so exciting!! So, here’s a history lesson and a poem :) In class…
The best of days are days like these, when my grandchildren come to visit. I play catch with vivacious little Timmy, laugh with Isaac when he sticks the wooden spoon into the bowl of flower and milk and dust flies everywhere, and I sit and drink tea with solemn, sweet Abbie while she reads a…
