The pieces of our lives Arranged in rows and linesBy months and years.In groupingsThe light and the dark,The bright, the colors,The textures ofHappy and sad,Of lonely times,Of family times,The touchings of friendshipsGlued to each other with love's mortar.Each piece large or small Fits together, like a patchwork quilt;Makes our unique pictureOur humanityOur stories God's design for our days.

What men can create, craft, design,Becomes your art when you play Light and shadow on it.I see this iron fence in rain;Droplets running down each curveLike the surfaces of country roads in spring.I imagine it with whitest snow Along the top bar and the spaces of the lower edgeFilling the lower curves of each circle.I know it... Continue Reading →

Like another ship With wind in its sails,The river bridge straddles the river.In the afternoon light.Blue sky with wind-whipped cloudsIs another ocean of crashing wavesA sailor longs to cross.