"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 →
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 →