The old shed door speaks mystery Where locks and latches once clampedTightly shut, now the door can swing open,Proclaiming there is nothing to hide:.Stacks of clay flower pots, a shovel, an ax, Three bent buckets, a couple of rakesSleep inside, too old for their labors.A rusty bicycle with a basket but no Hand brakes, leather strap hung on... Continue Reading →

Let the beauty of Jesus be seen in meAll His wonderful passion and purityO, Thou Spirit Divine, all my nature refineTill the beauty of Jesus me seen in me. Tom Jones and Richard HainsworthWould that the oft troubled Surface of my lifeReflected JesusAs the surface of the lake Reflects the skyIts brightness, its light, its beauty;Not only on... Continue Reading →

To everything there is a season.SolomonSong of wistful notesFar off melody heard in the night,Not, no... just almost heard, Almost found, almost capturedMysterious, hauntingAs a remembered lullaby.