In the Winter of the Soul

"He who lives in hope dances without a fiddle."UnknownIn the winter of the soulReach from your cold room toward a windowReach toward a cracked doorReach forward, reach outside that roomTo a warm and sun-filled place beyond yourselfIn the winter of the soulReach—pull—climb out of the dark placesStretch to the light—to help—to hopeLook out, look up... Continue Reading →

Pink Begonia

Though small, you singIn bright splashes of sound.You carry melodies that birds Have sung in passing.You hold golden notes Of sunlight in your centersTrill soprano/alto harmonies.

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus, I read in Isaiah 55 these words: "So you will go out with joy, and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be... Continue Reading →

Let There Still Be Roses

 Dear Jesus, I read in Isaiah 55 these words: "So you will go out with joy, and be led forth in peace. The mountains and the hills will burst into singing before you and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands.Large cypress trees will grow where thornbushes were. Myrtle trees will grow where weeds were. These things will be... Continue Reading →

Dear God,It is the end of March in Oklahoma. My daffodills are blooming and the other bulbs sending up their spears to the blue sky. Soon the irises, the tulips, and the hyacinths will bloom. But this morning sleet is pelting the side of the house. The rain fell all night followed by freezing rain... Continue Reading →

Dear God,It is the end of March in Oklahoma. My daffodills are blooming and the other bulbs sending up their spears to the blue sky. Soon the irises, the tulips, and the hyacinths will bloom. But this morning sleet is pelting the side of the house. The rain fell all night followed by freezing rain... Continue Reading →

Dear God,The world is cold today. The sky is the gray of old modeling clay Mrs. Mason used to grudgingly let us play with during recess. I am weary of winter and wish for bright sunny skies, spring flowers, and green grass. I know it is coming and that it can't be far away. Spring... Continue Reading →

Dear God,The world is cold today. The sky is the gray of old modeling clay Mrs. Mason used to grudgingly let us play with during recess. I am weary of winter and wish for bright sunny skies, spring flowers, and green grass. I know it is coming and that it can't be far away. Spring... Continue Reading →

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