Try to remember the first time you heard a poem. If you could unearth the past, it’s likely you first heard poetry as an infant. Brief playful words probably appeared in your childhood, relics of communications laced with love. Perhaps your grandmother or your father,...
All I Did from the perspective of Mary, the Mother of Jesus All I did was be, as the angel said, as the Lord invited… All I did was choose to let God be with me, though the words troubled me, though fear shook my soul, like an earthquake shaking time and...
Uncertainty That place where my inability to control Whatever life is handing me shakes me to the place of Certainty that You are God and I am not. Uncertainty In the Time of Lent Brings all that I am To You, the great I AM The certain sure One Here in an...
Before Moon kisses brisk night farewell Before Sun hugs cool earth good morning I rise Before the One who is Before all time in all time holding all time Before I begin, I start again at the beginning with the Beginner of all...
Pondering how to draw near to God today, I notice three themes show up regularly in our latest conversations. Breath prayer. Lectio Divina. Creativity. Lord, what are Your invitations for this day? Be still, daughter. Listen. I pause and I wonder. As one who...
