I saw a cardinal in a tree On Good Friday afternoon...

My God, you are the artist, The Sculptor who fashioned me One long-ago day, And loves me somehow Despite my fissures and flaws In clay...

Gino was the one who encouraged others.

Henri Nouwen is a writer whose work strikes a chord with me. With humility, compassion, and authenticity he writes about the deeper...

I saw a Great Blue Heron Standing in the rain. Statuesque and still, she stood, A carving etched from weathered wood. It was a day of...

The year has come full circle once again. It’s Christmas, the jewel that brightens the ring of a year that has grown old, tarnished with...

As darkness recedes, Three gray-cloaked does, Pick their dainty way among the leaves, Stop, turning east, Watching, Waiting, Giving...

Yesterday’s gowns of flame-colored cloth Rustled during the dance. Beauties were bold, Commanding attention, Whirling their opulent...

The voices of the world are loud and showy. These voices lie to us saying that who we are and what we have are not enough. Images flash...

I’ve been thinking about refugees and what life is like for them. Putting myself in their place, I imagine their feelings of fear and...

Father God, We pray for the war in Ukraine to cease. Comfort those who fear, and protect those in danger. We pray for peace so that...

As I drink my robust brew, light lances through the murky trees in my window view. Creation's testament reads true. Caffeine mirrors the...

Wild geese haunt the twilight sky On each All Hallows' Eve, Calling out their keening cry, Joining with those who grieve. Saluting the...

My heart is present before you like a candle flame pulsing in the darkness. Morning has dawned. Last night's rain stains the ground,...

A Dry Soul's Hope

September Sunset

Summer has turned a corner, I can feel it in the air.

Steamy vehicles form A solid battle line along the asphalt Like so many red-coated soldiers Gleaming in the rising mists, Flashing their...

Sun-warmed scent of Wild Carrot meanders through the meadow, diffused from tiny tatted stitching, delicate lace garments for the...

Earlier in the week, on my day off, the day I consider my “Sabbath”, I was empty and depleted. I had not slept enough the night before. I...