The mystery of God’s love that had been hidden through out eternity has no exhaustibility but entered our reality through Jesus; Emmanuel, God among us and for us This Jesus, he healed the lame he gave sight to the blind…
The mystery of God’s love that had been hidden through out eternity has no exhaustibility but entered our reality through Jesus; Emmanuel, God among us and for us This Jesus, he healed the lame he gave sight to the blind…
grass unmowed what will the neighbors say neat lines, I wish made a distinct presence on my yard however, so unevenly displaying to the outside the imperfection inside the house which mustn’t be exposed; for this is the American way!…
wind whipping wildly affecting the leaves of the trees like a crop against a mare’s hind lashing and impeding the beauty and origin of a leaf’s duty: to catch the rays Or wistfully whirling engaging the presence of a sinister…
“What if I were to say,”says the daisy to the sun, “that I will not bare my beauty to the world if you do not shine down upon me more often.” So says the sun to the mere daisy,”my…
Breath of Life, Perfect Love, Ultimate Embrace, Who’s love formed everything that is known: we thank you for your love manifest and the elevation of humanity to a place worthy of your dwelling in the flesh; God with us. Upon…
Low grass …
In the solitude of the wood the trees laugh at the newness of life springing up around them Yet they speak and whisper of the life of the past These trees ache and creek groan and moan with the purpose…
A glance not recognized Did you have the chance to change the circumstance An intake of breath Where does it bend in the living or the end A whisper ever-passing caught upon the breeze flowing through the trees then it…
Packing paper wrapped in paper what is the purpose? Preservation Mummified objects are laid low placed in oblong boxes embellished with banana company logos and the smuckers insignia Placing and replacing in a mechanical pattern thoughtless yet purposeful Where does…
Longing for the not-so-solid, transfigured reality of what we call heaven Longing at times with an aching soul and other times a sweet craving for the nectar of pure goodness I am ready to take hold of that which is…