Sing Muddy Bird
Like a muddy bird in a sudden sunbeam, For a moment, she believes she may fly, But the moment passes and She settles back down into the gray mud . Sing muddy bi...
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Aglow in Your Gut
A glow in your gut Hidden somewhere under your ribcage Dim, like poisoned Tinkerbell. You want to believe! You want to believe! So, reach down and wrench it out...
Was, Is, Will Be
My name is Heather My name was, for a short pure spurt: springtime beholder of mystery faithful, wise, creative, truth-teller zealous leader joyful, beautiful b...
Willing: A Poem for Parenting Preschoolers
Rosy kitchen, my coffee steamy, podcast ready, muffin ingredients gathered. In waltzes the tiptoe maiden, carrying a stool. I pause the show, move my mug and si...
Not What I Expected
READ OR LISTEN (8:00 MINUTES) FALL 2017 The nurse pushes my wheelchair passed spacious rooms overlooking a hillside forest while my husband carries my boxes, ...
Autumn— Quiet, Peaceful, Restorative
September is cider, October is pumpkins, November is leaf piles, December is the hearth. Autumn is oven mitts and thimbles and a full library book bin. It is wo...
A Poem: But I am in the Woods
I hear a distant chainsaw But I am in the woods Is it a beehive in the vines? I hear a far-off car alarm Or is it birdsong? I hear a creaking door Or are those ...
A Poem on Life with Small Children
You may relate. – In Suzanne U. Clark’s The Roar on the Other Side: A Guide for Student Poets, she instructs students to write two poems, one about a cacophonou...
A Poem: Our Clearing
Reds doodledoo in our gong-like metal barn. Pregnant cows moan from neighboring pastures. Squirrels dart down bare branches. Amid them birds sing a dozen echoin...
A Poem on Orphan Care
I came across William Blakes poem, “The Chimney Sweeper,” in Suzanne U. Clark’s book, The Roar on the Other Side: A Guide for Student Poets. She teaches, “Blake...
Natures Role in Children’s Natural Development; My Memories and Theirs
I remember being six years old living in a log cabin on Texas acres. I remember sitting on the porch watching a lightning storm with my dad. And watching deer a...
Snippets from Old Winter Posts
Sunrise is muffled by a pale veil, but the snowy ground glows. The scene framed by my window pane looks like spray paint on sidewalk chalk: The sky is three pas...
One Thousand Gifts V
Inside the back cover my journals, I grow a list of little things I am thankful for. I started the habit after reading Ann Voskamp’s book, One Thousand Gifts in...
One Thousand Gifts IV
I have been reading a borrowed copy of The Valley of Vision, a collection or Puritan prayers and devotions from John Bunyan to Charles Spurgeon. I recently read...
One Thousand Gifts III
In January and March, I posted lists of little things I am thankful for as Ann Voskamp did in her best selling book, “One Thousand Gifts.” See the rest of my li...
A Little Fall of Rain
Rain drops falling few, fat and loud. Circles growing on the puddles. Afternoon sun shining yellow. May-green leaves like stained glass wet glow. Their shadows ...
One Thousand Gifts II
In January, I posted a list of little things I am thankful for as Ann Voskamp did in her best selling book, “One Thousand Gifts” I promised to add to my list: 1...
“One Thousand Gifts”
is a suiting title for Ann Voskamp’s biographical book. She recounts her struggle with viewing God as ungracious and her mission to change her perception by li...
I Wrote a Justice Song.
Glory be to God above May Your love and mercy overcome On earth as it does in heaven. Let our every deed proclaim Your name And our hope for justice prove our f...
A Grand Deduction. What Are You Really Seeking?
I wrote this in 2009 for a church youth group lesson, but it is applicable to anyone.
Bandwagon Bobbleheads. My Try at Poetry.
>Big eyes in baby beds Bandwagon bobble heads Base drum, humdrum, clones on parade Saturdays in shopping malls Phone calls from bathroom stalls Pitter patter...
I wrote a song.
>Search me oh God in my thoughts and in my heart (Psalm 139:23-24)For from the overflow of my heart my mouth speaks. (Matthew 12:34b) Repeat CHORUS:Lord open...
I Drew a Comparison b/w driving a Motorcycle through a West Texas Storm and Living Life in Accordance with God’s Will + Endurance Through Its Trials
>Storms chased us throughout the afternoon. we barely missed several. then when we got into Texas we saw the most amazing lightning show i have ever seen! to...
How Do I Love Thee? Let Me Count the Ways.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I see you there, an invisible face; Your voice booms with silence unto my ear; A life without you is my greatest fear...