Watching Daffodils
I long to give to you the Daffodils That are standing unburdened In my new favorite vase They are dappled With the morning light Shimmering a blessing of promise For days to come after these days of horror And strife There are so many That need my attention So many that need … Continue reading Watching Daffodils
A Study in Hyacinths
It is the Ides of March A day to beware To look over my shoulder With darting eyes Taking in all That might pose danger I am not Julius Caesar The one who received that warning But on this Ides of March There is caution all around me as Fear boldly offers … Continue reading A Study in Hyacinths
Paint me your story
Tell me your story Again And again Until I hear it Just as you need to hear it Paint me your story In broad, sweeping strokes With colors Bold and sharp Muted and dull Distinctive and blurred Paint me your story In minute strokes With colors That refuse to cover up The bits … Continue reading Paint me your story
Of Melancholy
Morning after morning Nature is trying Really trying To give me what I need As if the whole of Creation knows I am looking so hard For something to lift this feeling Of Melancholy But this winter Even nature seems heavyhearted It mirrors my emotion My condition Of Melancholy It is my current Unexpected … Continue reading Of Melancholy
When the Light of Emmanuel Shines
Fading afternoon light Pale and fleeting Urgently beckons me To a moment That will never be again But feels like it is just for me It sounds an alarm Not to frighten But to remind me That this is not an ordinary day Nor an ordinary night It is a day and night of mystery … Continue reading When the Light of Emmanuel Shines
Speaking Tenderly
In the early part of the 19th century, artist Edward Hicks, a Quaker preacher who lived in Bucks County, PA, painted many paintings that now grace the walls of art museums in many places including the Metropolitan Art Museum in New York City and the National Art Gallery in Washington, DC. As a Quaker, … Continue reading Speaking Tenderly
Come, Lord Jesus.
I was hoping that they wouldn’t find me this year, since I moved. You know, all those catalogues that inundate the mailbox at this time of year? But last week there must have been twenty catalogues that arrived in the mailbox, all telling me that they had just the thing for all of the people … Continue reading Come, Lord Jesus.
