The outdoors is bitter with wind and snow but I am sitting in my warm office. My fingers are on the keyboard and my … Continue reading
I’ll draw my little circle out
to get you inside the line,
so I can learn about your life
and you can learn of mine.
No matter how we try to hold it down
life has its way of busting loose.
Like Lilliputians we fasten it to the ground
hoping our ropes of plan and fret
will keep the muscled oaf controlled…
Surely your hands are holy. Do they not feel the supple maple leaf and the hardness of steel? Do they not know the slender shape of … Continue reading
At last you open up the door you closed so long ago to banish trouble, fear and hurt —now you’ll shut out life no more. … Continue reading
It will not be as if you woke up and the world had turned itself around. The trees will be the same green. Your body … Continue reading
I saw the sculptured gull from my library chair. I admired the artist’s skill, and was glad he’d put it there. Perfect in its form, … Continue reading