Weeping may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning.Psalm 30:5A garden plot's a healing spot. I know the feel of sodWas my mother's way to say, "I've touched a bit of God." June Masters BacherAs the years pass, I am coming more and more to understand that it is the common everyday blessings of our common everyday... Continue Reading →
Making Music
There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it. John Ruskin The soil has slept and rested While overhead God cleaned the sky With snowflakes and raindrops Children played indoors Cold kept gardeners at bay While the air froze out impurities And worn grasses withered to Make room... Continue Reading →
Far from Home
Sycamore leafFar flung from homeAlone now,Without your kin,Among strangers.Free at last, you roam.Caught, not by binding stemTo the home tree;Caught in a new placeLow in the lowly grasses.Sights are foreign.Life is crowded still.You fluttered before;Fought furiouslyFought free; But you didn't know How to fly.Come rest against The wall, the house, The garden gate'Till you find family again.