Let Me Ask You a Secret (a poem about the meaning of life)
Just a tree among thousands of trees Doing the same things over and over everyday Budding, bracing, shading, shedding Declaring God’s glory by its mere existence . Just a bee […]
The Tree with Lights in It
The wind is warm today Warm and Westerly and Strong By nightfall the last signs of life will be on my neighbor’s lawn. . Once struck, trunk divided Unusable as […]
The World is in Need of Mothers Right Now
The world is in need of mothers right now who pack a sack lunch for a curious, generous child and send him off to find the Rabbi who turns that […]
Good Friday at Jackson Falls
Waterfalls remind me of Jesus / Life and sacrifice / in one beautiful rush…
Anxiety
She’s a python Binding me up tight Hanging me upside down And then blaming me For not being able to breathe. She’s a goalkeeper Defending against rest Blocking peace […]
Prayer to a Silent God
Morning comes and I strike a matchto begin the day with an act of faithThe small, silent flame my symbol of your existence. It’s been years now since this morning-time filled journal […]
To the Wellspring
I wake thirsty and thankful Knowing just where to find you. I draw down deep dip my ladle into eternal, living waters within. Spring up, o well within my soul […]
All the clouds
All the clouds layer upon layer between the sun and here stacks and billows of rain and strange winds. Small windows of clear but always in the distance. The rain […]
A Dress for Every Season
Navy silk, perfectly tailored A gift from my husband Bought for a time of rejoicing: the wedding of a dear little-sister-friend. And oh how beautifully the bride shone Surrounded […]
The Center of Your Heart
Caught up in a stream of joy Rushing with the royal throng To the center of Your heart Into the inner chamber To receive oxygen-love Red with life and breath and […]
There is Enough, Even With My Soul
A moment of Spring morning peace to receive with each inhale, and to release with each exhale. I breathe in stillness, I breathe out frazzled. I breathe in kindness, […]
The Promise of Pressure
Walking into preschool one particularly stressful morning, my daughter said, “You know trees grow their roots underground, just like diamonds grow down deep underground!” The moment I got back in the car I wrote this poem to remember the truth: in the face of strain, stress and the weight of life, we can have hope! For when they press in, something beautiful is being formed.