Today is Monday. During these pandemic days, when my schedule has been turned upside down, thrown up in the air, and often landed in unpredictable ways, Monday has become a catch-up day for me. Today started off bright and beautiful, with sun shining and busy birds singing and calling back and forth across the trees … Continue reading A Tired, Old Locust and a Red-Bellied Woodpecker
During these pandemic days, I have been pondering a question: What does it mean for me to be a witness for my faith? The question emerged as I was thinking about the first martyr Stephen and his witness and I was thinking about it in the midst of a pandemic week that was filled with … Continue reading Pondering a Question: What does it mean to be a witness?
For Earth Day 2020 Earlier this week, I braved the grocery store in the midst of the pandemic that rages throughout our planet, this 50th anniversary of Earth Day. My face mask covered me so that at times I couldn’t really see all that was in front of me. I managed with a few adjustments. … Continue reading In Praise of Dandelions: A reflection on the real resurrection flower
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.