Like a heathen, I let the sun warm me awake And thought of Donne but rose alone To wander a wooded lane well-dressed with summer sun In silence broken by bird call But no soul to break my fast. The wind walked lightly in treetops Gossiping of nature things And rabbits guarding the brush edgesContinue reading “Like a Heathen”
Category Archives: Original
The Awakening
Do you smell it? Be still in the warming sun. Smell the North forest Stretch out of its long dark nap To the rising birdsong that will not still. Let it drag you too from the damp chill, This primal aroma of the midyear solstice. A soul’s awakening for us all— Gaia’s children drawing strengthContinue reading “The Awakening”
Did You See the Fog Slip Away
Did you see the fog slip away? As night chased by day, she went Though three days she held the world In her grip and slid in shifts But never loosened nor lifted By the most slight of breezes That might have pushed her loose from us. But no, she held, as Dickens would haveContinue reading “Did You See the Fog Slip Away”
Ink’s Dance
Ink carries so much weight Embedded in its strokes and flourishes, Laboring under our love and our war, Straining under our disordered dis-ease, Curbing our wildness to its purpose. “Speech! Speech!” we thunder. “Hear. Hear,” it rejoins in elegant serenity. The dance of its law brings us to pointe There our whirling chaos becomes aContinue reading “Ink’s Dance”
Psalm 3
You – Your Word came That living sword that pierces, Slices with a blade so quick, So pure honed that it draws no pain – At first – but then the spirit and soul divided – The joint and marrow separate – the pain comes, Spirit and soul set at enmity, this cross I bear.Continue reading “Psalm 3”
Midwinter Grace
I stood between the sun and my car And felt the heat from one amplified by the other Spread along my thighs as I scraped ice from the windows Heavy frost still graced the drive. My breath hung in silver clouds But golden winter sunshine enwrapped the scene: An infusion of joy in bleak midwinter.
Out of Dark
Out of dark, light grows, creeps softly into day, And springs like joy into sight. It bears not watching but will grow nonetheless. It comes – dawn – it will not shrink. Commanded to be, it is And will be until commanded to cease. Life will not cease. It is the seed of God’s ownContinue reading “Out of Dark”
A Communion Reflection
Words fail at the contemplation of what you have done for me. I am undone by the miracle of your grace. How can this be? That I am washed clean by the power of your sacrifice. Oh, great lamb of the world slain for me. Precious are you, only beloved Son of God, yet slainContinue reading “A Communion Reflection”
Spark
Where does darkness end and light begin? This ever-blurring microscopic edge of dawn intrudes onto our concept of right and wrong. How does night exist within the circle of dawn’s existence? Even the thought drives light, brings light, Births light in the darkest moment and there – light. One particle of glimmer, of spark, ofContinue reading “Spark”
November Storm
Insistent drips trail the glass Into a smear of green and gray Kaleidoscopic with wind-tossed leaves, Red, yellow, and brown, Indeterminately pressed in place Until this room becomes the world.
RootsRewound 