Here are two poems I would like to share. My “Sprouting Poem” was written this week while I was in a state of physical retraction from the cold of this Fall season bearing down on me. Often when my body slows down, it clenches up in a desperate attempt to keep warm. This tightening is accompanied by an overactive mind looking for comfort but unwilling to quiet down. I did not want to merely put my thoughts to rest or dismiss them, but rather I want to let them string themselves out like a chain of beads that then coils up in a basket when they have finally exhausted themselves. I am so relieved when my thoughts come to rest in the realization that God must be in charge because I cannot possibly manage this without Him. Continue reading Two Poems
Wondering. I am not sure what I have to give, but I believe it will unfold as I ease into these keys. I do know with some certainty a few lovely things about you and me. I know you are reading my words, and that you can pause whenever you like. I know we are under the same sky as every one else on earth, breathing the same air and full of life. And I know that you are beautiful.