Diamond prism in the sky, I cannot fly you though I try, But when I start to wind you in, Then you begin to dance again, And yet once more, I can’t resist, But let you spin from my grip, twist—Dragging the ground, I bring you in;Then you begin to flit again, And pair of …
Through eighty-eight years of rain and snow, Of days and nights, one soldierMarches by a single tomb: Twenty-one step salute, repeat. He does not know whose grave he guards, And yet his wakeful watch he keeps To honor the soldiers we lost: Twenty-one step salute, repeat. This guard recalls to us war's cost—His steps carving …
The lines of time turn twisted When the clock of midnight tips From today into tomorrow. Now what is yesterday, and is Right now tonight, or is it This morning—can it be both? Midnight’s no time for these enigmas; Leave the dilemmas for the day. But when I wake, I then discover They don’t matter …
Reason not with the wren: Where it builds its nest or Why it sings, why the constant Happy hopping once the season Warms to spring, why it roosts In wreaths on front doors Or high corners of the porch, Why it’s always on a mission, Leaf in beak like a relay torch, Why the indomitable …
Nose quivering, tail rippling, Paws creeping, eyes inquiring. Close your eyes to bless the food, And then the squirrel is there in front of you, Waiting expectantly for a scrap.And when you toss a stick to make it scram, It runs to examine it, hoping for a snack. And when you turn around, suddenly it's …
Gray waiting winter hovers low, tucking the cold earth tight beneath cloud covers till spring flings them back, leaping from its rest, and shaking winter’s hold.
Key of promise, come, O Messiah, Promised one: To open every eye sin blinds, To loose the prisoner from his binds, To open each lock of despair, To free us from each heavy care, And then be found at last, Inside our heart's lock clasped, As we in yours are ever treasured With greatest love …
Madeline L’Engle in her book WinterSong writes, “As we move into Advent we are called to listen, something we seldom take time to do in this frenetic world of overactivity. But waiting for birth, waiting for death—these are listening times, when the normal distractions of life have lost their power to take us away from …
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We soar above the foam-lapped shores and wind-wrinkled water Into blue autumn skies and brilliant sunshine. As we rise above the clouds, the sun smiths the ocean Into beaten metal that gleams against the shore. The coast becomes a distant curve, ribboned by white beaches. The clouds roll by in piled white and hide the …
The birds are just waking up In the dark of predawn As we head to the airport To fly with the sun. And when I come back from Dropping the travelers off, I meet a small earthworm Who’s just taking off. As I walk to my door, The crickets are choiring, The birds are conspiring, …
