Notes on a Poem

Lines Last after Chris Rice ● ● ● It was the very last lines Of “Our Best Minds” That compelled me to risk: Return prodigal pen to poetry. “Where are you now?” he wrote. You with the great art in you, where are you? “Withering unknown on your dying bed Because you were afraid to… Continue reading Notes on a Poem

Life Without The Loveliness

Every good and perfect gift comes from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows. James 1:17 When small suntan brown hands handed me a fistful of sweaty dandelions I was at a time in life when I gave little or no thought to this ending.… Continue reading Life Without The Loveliness

What Is It?

“… and in the morning dew lay around the camp. And when the dew had gone up, there was on the face of the wilderness a fine, flake-like thing, fine as frost on the ground. Then the people of Israel saw it, they said to one another, “What is it?” For they did not know what it… Continue reading What Is It?

The Ease Of Being Invited To Simply Pray

"It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just pay attention, then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate, this isn't a contest but a doorway into thanks, and a silence in which another voice may speak."… Continue reading The Ease Of Being Invited To Simply Pray