Poetry & Prose
Bright Ideas My bright ideasare in stacks of notebooks.Articles, stories, essays… begun but never finished. Now it’s doc after docin a folder called “works in progress,”yet they never do, progress, I mean.Why do I hold onto these tarnished gems?Beats me.Perhaps they are like children,waiting to grow upand go out on their own. Picking up, where you… Read More ›
Our minister played this during worship today. I thought it was so beautiful I wanted to share it. The song was adapted from a Quaker poem, “Oh Brother Man.” The rendition below was adapted by Gwyneth Walker. Read more about Walker here. O Brother Man by John Greenleaf Whittier O Brother man! fold to thy… Read More ›
Trees turning golden against a robin’s egg blue sky I am joy-filled.
Birds flying south for the winter weaving tapestries across the sky. I wish you could have seen it, majestic, more than awesome more than extraordinary. Spirit woven into nature, creating patterns and moving on leaving no trace but for the joy imprinted on my heart and mind. Please like, comment and share this post. Thanks… Read More ›
>I know you said not to text you, but we need to talk. Meet me for lunch, Packer’s. Alice frowned. She’d never told Elise, her BFF, not to text her. What was that all about? And then she realized the phone in her hand wasn’t hers; it was Joe’s, her loving husband of twenty-five years…. Read More ›