Head tilted forward, Black fedora hiding forehead, White-rimmed glasses With opaque yellow lenses Masking the eyes, Hiding the anima, Of the mannequin-faced persona Facing me here In this white, sterile place. Shadows behind her As she steps into the light, Her hand tips the fedora Like a salute As she strides toward me. Then she… Read More Masked Mortals Moved to Hope
Thank You, Lord, that this is the day that You have made. I will rejoice and be glad in it! Lord, You didn’t attach any conditions to these verses. You didn’t say that there are some days that You didn’t make, and you didn’t say we don’t have to rejoice on days when everything seems… Read More Worship with me #18
On the mountaintop again, dancing, accepted, Engulfed in the sunshine of His love! The breeze catches my hair as I look at Him shyly with a happy, radiant smile! What a joy to be accepted by Him who loves me most! The valley below is almost forgotten, beautiful in the distance, but Your love draws… Read More My Love, My Delight!
Soft, gentle rain Gray skies above Bringing God’s love, Brings life to the earth, Maturity from new birth Soft, gentle rain. This is a poem I wrote in the spring of 1992 during a very difficult time of my life. Many plants and bulbs and seeds lie dormant during the winter months, but the… Read More Soft, Gentle Rain
On our way to visit family for Thanksgiving, we drive mile after mile, passing hundreds of other vehicles that represent drivers from many walks of life. We pass FedEx trucks – (got to be on time!); the farm truck with hay hanging out the back; utility vans and trucks with ladders; semis hauling goods to… Read More Ruts – Am I stuck?
It’s so dark. It’s so dank. The air is heavy, The atmosphere oppressive in this grotto, The dungeon of despair, And of hopelessness. I have some friends down there. They sit on the filthy floor among many others in the gloom, Some hugging their knees, All of them with their backs against the cold, stone… Read More Rescue from the Dungeon of Despair
This story took place in March of 1992. After being delayed at the pharmacy and starting off late in the car for my college class, I thought, “I feel stressed out; I need something to laugh about.” I had driven about four blocks when I suddenly discovered that my cola was spilling all over my… Read More Daffodils in trials