The door is closed on the pastWe cannot enter and seeWho once lived inside this room.There remains no memory.Who turned this china knob?Who opened this inner doorway?Who dreamed a dream behind this door?Who wished for a better day?Who hoped for a future bright inside?Who painted brickwork gray?Who left and never again came back?Who gave up... Continue Reading →

Friendship like hydrangea bloomsWell in shady places Where a bit of evening sun and morning lightTouch it.With the right soil its petals are pink,But time and changing soil Shift its color paler or change it to purpleOr sky blue.Changing soils affect friendship tooBut make it no less beautiful—changes onlyLike hair dye changes brunettes to redheadsOr blonds, Not the... Continue Reading →

Blaze of summer lightHeats the Oklahoma pavement,Haunts the shadows,Hot—a stack of quilts over the town;Yet inside the old stone churchBlue and green glass filters the sunBathing the room with coolnessMaking it a perfectSanctuary from sweltering daysSanctuary cooled with arched ceilings,Swiveling fans, and colored light, Touched with candlelight,Kissed by God's lightAnd brightened with snatches of blood red,Sanctuary... Continue Reading →