Ready to Make Friends with Poetry? ⟶
No, it’s not a new Football term. My new blogosphere friend Jan Johnson and I have gotten to know each other via comments and posts and we had a brainstorm–why not ‘trade spots’ on a Thursday? I’ll post something she wrote and she’ll post something I wrote and the world will be a little brighter…
Spider, bug, Ant and bee In my garden, At my knee. Provide a show For this young one, Eyes tuned tight In midday sun. He alone can see them move We pass so fast his dawdling proves Were we more still…
“Nana, do you have any kids?” I am wedged on the couch between Abigail, 4 1/2 and Paul Silas, 2 1/2. We are reading a bedtime story. ‘Goodnight Moon’, no doubt; it is always ‘Goodnight Moon.’ “Well, Abi, I have two kids. One is your Auntie Leah and the other is your Papa.”…
Sometimes I don’t know which direction I’m goinguntil I get in the car and drive……. Sometimes I don’t know what’s on my heart until I start to write. sometimes I don’t know what’s on my minduntil I open my mouth and speakand my Father gives the words. Sometimes I don’t know what I’m missinguntil the…
Scattered seeds, scattered me strewn across the landscape like the leftovers of an exploded fruit. Full of me, I dropped the pieces here and there along the way without the time to STOP and listen. Father, retrieve my prayers. Draw around them the frame of your love. Gather them, grow them hold them……share with me,…
The Pastor has obviously been reading my mail. This morning he continued the sermon series he started last week on the Gospel of John. We got through exactly 5 verses. “We probably won’t finish until Jesus comes back,” he quipped.Why?Well, we got stuck on The Word. The verse that says, “In the beginning was the…
One of the wonderful things about blogging is being a part of a community of people who know how to share and encourage one another. Several weeks ago Jen Ferguson at Finding Heaven Today,(who also spearheads the Soli Deo Gloria community) had a writing suggestion for a ‘Summer Snapshot’ series (a very loosely organized series……right here.)…
Pears thunk and plop on barren, yellow grass alone, uncarried. The tree bore fruit but there is no one to eat thereof. (is it still a tree?) Upraised branches, so much verdant waterspray towards the sky, still and soft against the blue– but no one to see. (is it still a tree?) Oaken limbs, worn…
People often say about God– as if to disprove His existence– “How can you belive in Someone you can’t see? You can’t prove He exists.” I beg to differ. I recently wrote about my birthday trip to Southern California here and shared some Very Spiritual Lessons learned. Now, inspired by my friend Nancy…
birds top right and center….from our deck jlc The chickadees chatter and chirrup “a cheep, cheep chick-a-dee-dee!” bullying for position on the fence post. There’s an argument about breakfast and who goes first and “hey, no cuts!” Doesn’t matter there’s an over-spilling feeder full of seeds– all the birds are hungry. It’s a change-of-weather morning where…