Bumblebee, what a fine job you have!Your career calls for visiting Gardens and meadowsWherever flowers bloom, The enterprise you undertakeSampling nectar of every flavor, You savor ( it's your duty)Rose juice, crape myrtle wine, Peach blossom syrup, Daisy liqueur, Azalea sap, zinnia must,Juice of lilies and daffodillies.Do you have a degree? Would I need one?Were I to learn your craft, Follow you in... Continue Reading →

Chapel of glass on the hillsidePlace of shady restHere the soul can quietSongbird silent on her nest.Sanctuary in the woodsPlace for prayer and praise;Here my heart can listenLearn Your holy ways.

Whose finger, like my mother'sRolled this ribbon of red satinInto swirls and curls?Who smoothed it round and roundTied it in the freshly washed Hair of a child Headed to Sunday School?