Revolution: a poem
Trees to climb up and hills to roll down. But, not for me. “It’s okay,” I tell my friends at school, “You can go down and play in the … Continue Reading Revolution: a poem
Are We Having Fun yet?
I have a morbid sense of time passing. This probably comes from doctors telling my parents, when I was two, that my disease meant I wouldn’t live to be a … Continue Reading Are We Having Fun yet?
Metamorphic Metanoia
This week, continuing my summer of poetry, something a bit biographical and a bit whimsical. The story of all of our lives — if we let it be. Metamorphic Metanoia … Continue Reading Metamorphic Metanoia
Sand Poet
Ah, summer…do we fully enjoy the beauty of it? This week, I present a poem that I wrote from a memory of my younger nephew when he was still freshly … Continue Reading Sand Poet
To the Marriage of True Minds
What is love? I will soon be attending a family wedding by the sea, and this occasion calls to my mind some poetry. The coming together of a man and … Continue Reading To the Marriage of True Minds
Within Her Hands
As May is the month for honoring mothers, including Mary, the Mother of God, Mother of all the living in Christ, I’m sharing a poem that I wrote a few years … Continue Reading Within Her Hands
The Wedding
In the summer preceding my sister’s wedding, I took to writing a poem for the occasion. This was during the time that I thought of love as many people do: … Continue Reading The Wedding
Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
In the midst of our divisive, too often violent world, I have often found myself resting back on this poem: (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of … Continue Reading Soft Rains: Sara Teasdale
Careful What You Pray for
When I was invited to write a post for my friends at Agnellus’ Mirror, I had no idea that God would give me the opportunity to put my money where … Continue Reading Careful What You Pray for
Glad for the Day
Summer is slowly, inevitably, falling to winter. This week, I invite you to poetically reflect with me on a tender moment from two springs ago. Glad for the Day Artificial … Continue Reading Glad for the Day
A Silly Bit of Poetry
My brain is on vacation, as evidenced by this post. 🙂 Ground Control Some see a lawn in need of mowing, Others see a meadow with wildflowers growing. … Continue Reading A Silly Bit of Poetry
A Little Poetic Musing
Sharing some thoughts in verse(ish). Perspective I sit beneath the Oak on a breezy summer day – cloud-puffed sky, sun through the leaves, lichen growing on the rain dark … Continue Reading A Little Poetic Musing
Ascending
What does it mean to ascend? To move upward; to rise through the air; to succeed to (as in ascending a throne). On the day of this posting, we are … Continue Reading Ascending
The Awakening
A Winter’s worth of snow is melting away, for nothing living and new can Spring from frozen soil. The white crystal kingdom is becoming the watery realm of liquid rivulets … Continue Reading The Awakening
An Eve in Winter
When you enter a darkened room and see a pool of moonlight on the floor, do you wait to turn the lights on so you can step into the … Continue Reading An Eve in Winter
In the Bleak Midwinter
On the day that this is being posted, I should be hard at work fulfilling my New Year’s resolution – writing a book. Should be, But am I?…. Because this … Continue Reading In the Bleak Midwinter
