The Lord's Lass

My hand cramps, refusing To open and accept the gift. Instead I hold, stubborn,  On what I know to be worthless, And from ...

It's awful how easily A soul can slit the fragile veil And slip from time-bound space To all there is beyond Unnoticed. ...

  If it's better to carve and build lives for ourselves, Than to build tir'lessly, just to share - If it's better to w...

He works "all things together for good," so we hear. As if blessings were really the sequel to tears! As if evil surrou...

A year ago we dared to dream. We built our castles - built them high, And while we spun them out of reach, We searched for stairw...

Her face was warm, her light, a balm That cold October night. Bright comfort in a black of calm, When my soul needed light. Chi...

Every now and then, I discover a phrase, a paragraph, or a poem wherein a feeling I had, deep down inside, is somehow articulated far...

My "proper" post will be on Wednesday this week. In the meantime: a meager collection of words seeking to describe something for ...

Sunday, June 23rd, 2013: Traveling from Paris to Pierrefond, we stopped briefly in Noyon ~ Calvin's birthplace. As I walked...

Photo Credit If, today, time set me free, Released me to Eternity, Loos'd my body-bound, cramped soul, To wing toward home -...

Photo Credit   Things have grown rather quiet in SarahJayne's blogland. There are some wonderfully faithful bloggers - and I love...

Photo Credit  When the rain is pounding on the roof so hard it pounds your head, When the cold and wet and dark have no appeal for you...

T iny, fairy-formed pink china, E ncased in front by glass, A llowed this sheltered glimpse of life C ontinu'lly whirring past. U nt...

Now you say, "Na-Po-What?" I found out from my aunt's blog t'other day that April is National Poetry Month. Who knew...