Is it possible there is still no room for Jesus at Christmastime?

November is a wizened sage...

When was the last time you worshiped God in a sanctuary of his own making?

The leaves gathered...yellowed with time's paintbrush.

We belong to the kingdom of angels, not goblins.

I had the uncanny feeling that I was in the presence of heavenly messengers.

I often feel that I am one very small drop in a sea of faces, and yet you are the God who sees each person.

God will magnify the smallest light-bringing efforts to dispel the darkness!

Oh! That nectar would've been sweet If Trumpet Vine had been the treat.

She dances with long-limbed willows Until summer air grows thin....

The Crippled deer

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...

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...

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...

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

A Dry Soul's Hope

September Sunset

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