Again the moment has arrived When the afternoon light appears Illuminating the golds of leaves Still clinging to the branches Determined not to leave just yet They shimmer on the breeze An attempt to cover the spaces Where fallen leaves Have left holes For me to peer into The depth of the woods And … Continue reading Because the Titmouse Sang to Me
One of my favorite music memories has been singing The Creation, by Haydn. In glorious music and inspired by John Milton’s Paradise Lost, the Judeo-Christian Creation story is told. Just recently, the church where I am serving sang “The Heavens are Telling,” from that great work and I got to sing the Gabriel part … Continue reading What the Heavens Tell Us
Like many children, I was afraid of storms. For several reasons, I was afraid of the storms at my grandfather’s farm. There was not real cellar or basement under the house, so in cases of very bad storms, there was nowhere to retreat. The windows in my grandfather’s house rattled easily. The trains … Continue reading Stormy Weather!
The day begins First in the darkness Of waning Night who is Trying to hold on to your secrets Not completely visible To anyone Not to the Darkness itself Not even to you I close my eyes And listen To the voices shadowed in the darkness Hoping that their sounds Echo other sounds that Encourage … Continue reading Restoration
Every morning I am startled When the invisible veil lifts And for a brief moment I feel I understand I know The presence of God in me And me in God Today, 7:49 am Was that moment The wind sent swirling cool air To caress my face It’s softness, a gift of love … Continue reading 7:49 am Was That Moment
Was that you Who casually stopped by To read my thoughts If it was It was subtle Happening without me being aware That something I thought That something I wrote Something That lives deep in my heart Would mean enough to you To notice I hope that was you Who casually stopped by … Continue reading Was That You
It is part of my daily routine. I get up early and sit in silence on the back deck, sipping my first cup of coffee and watching whatever is going on outside at the time. Often, I am watching the sun rise through the trees. Sometimes the sunrise also burns off morning fog and starts … Continue reading The Song of the Wild