Four Lines for this October Day
Furious gusts of wayward windstrip branches bare of late season leaves,punctuating the sky with explosions of colorand silent, sweeping stars.
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Glory be to God-A Riff on Hopkins
Glory be to Godfor susurrous memory,the quiet whispers of bonnybeach walks sailing over azure skiesborn of a windy world.Efflorescence hurls worldsof wondrous words, a witness born of plentiful peace, sprung from a place of singing.Worshipful worlds of Spirit peace,sprung from a place of singing.Praise Him.~~~~~~ In October of 2016 my gifted friend K.C. Ireton and I co-facilitated…
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Lessons in Autumn-A Poem
One must gather a chair, a cushion, a small setting table field glasses, cup of tea, these grand books like quiet friends then sit. One must sit, knees crossed in cushioned chair anchored in the too tall grass, eyes to the hawthorn and bayberry, waving maple, water-sounding leaves on air. One must train the eye, not…
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When the Voice of Jesus Sounds like the Water Department
I read recently there’s a bit of controversy about Sarah Young’s devotional book ‘Jesus Calling’, that perhaps it’s ‘extra-biblical’, even new-age-y. The articles I read didn’t cite any of the particular daily devotions, just made rather sweeping statements about the fact she ‘claimed’ to hear from Jesus and wrote down what He said to her in…
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Writing Down the Bones {a #poem}
Something has been said about “writing down the bones” which sounds like a good practice if you’re learning anatomy. But the first time I heard the phrase, I thought it was “writing down the poems,” So I am. Writing down the poems moving my bones, the ligaments lightly holding the pen– black on paper, blue,…
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Catch the Song
I’m so grateful Summer is officially over. It lasted way too many long, hot, sunshiny days for me. Truly. (I live in the Pacific Northwest. I am allowed to complain about these things.) We did not get our reprieve with refreshing summer rains. There were no soft gray mornings to offset the cloudless days. And…
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Constant, Like the Waves
The ocean has always been an anchor of home for me—particularly along the Southern California coast. I spent all of my growing up and teenage years near there and most of my best memories involve the sand, the sea and the surf. There is a lot of life…
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Hurrahing in Harvest–A Poem I Did Not Write
“Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack clouds! has wilder, wilful-wavier Meal-drift moulded ever and melted across skies? “I walk, I lift up, I lift up heart, eyes, Down all that glory in the heavens to glean our Saviour;…
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That September Day
The soft and subtle glow of the sun sits right side of my shoulder. Bumper by bumper, we move at a close and constant pace while I relish the music washing over me. Grateful to not be harried and hurrying homeward, I sing along with the music and turn up the volume conducting the…
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I’ve Been Asking {a #poem}
I’ve been asking Jesus, because He said I could(ask)about a Five Year Plan–like a plannable annuitywith a guaranteed returnon my investment.As if….as if a sure answer formy tomorrows wouldbring me peace today.He whispers instead what’s doable–The five hour plan–a clump of time allotted to,say, oh, baking a pie.Manageable, like a tried and truerecipe–gather ingredientscheck ovendouble check recipeslice,…
