Crimson Soil






There is a prophet

this way cometh

though none will recognize






We sit

side by side on

weathered bench


clouds  witnessing

the bride

as she poses


Three Years – A Spontaneous Poetry Reading



This morning I was compelled to write this poem after a friend’s comment about mortality. I am one who contemplates mortality regularly, as well as a plethora of other human dilemmas; but today the words came, as they sometimes do, and I yielded to their arrival capturing their essence on paper, then freeing them with my voice.


A Homemaker’s Prayer


His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.  2 Peter 1:3

Isn’t it beautiful that redemption is written into the rhythm of every day? Each new month is a fresh start. Each week, even provides this same message.

We stumble into the truth as we bump into our unholiness, look in the mirror- catch a glimpse of our own lack. Each moment we seek His mercy, there it is, fresh and faithful…for He alone is faithful.

Rejoice with me for the new beginnings found in the everyday moments when we realize our need…and recognize that we cannot come up empty-handed when we have One who has freely given us everything

A prayer for the start of a new week…


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