Morning Prayer :: The morning after five years
This morning, a newly minted five year old snuggles in for a cuddle on the front porch swing, while the first green of spring bursts out on the trees. “Th...
Category: beauty
When the Snow Crunches
At minus twenty, the sound of snow beneath my boots changes – it’s the sound of my childhood. When the snow crunches, winter has settled in, and no use fi...
Made for Beauty
I long for beauty. How can my heart ache for something so frivolous, so unnecessary? Isn’t it selfish to want the icing on the cake when so many are starving fo...
little boy beauty
Beauty is a brown-eyed babe, Flannel soft and smiling. Beauty is the steady gaze, Tender and beguiling. Beauty is a dimpled cheek, Smooth and round and warm. Be...
planting beauty
It’s not the way I usually would have done it The apple tree sat waiting In its plastic pot Roots circling round and round Without any room to breathe I wanted ...