An Angel’s Advice on Acceptance

An angel visits.  Her honeyed hair is gathered in a neat bun and tied with a strand of grass.  Her eyes are mirrors that reflect your own worried face. She says, “Dear child, accept your life’s circumstances as they come.  When you’ve fallen into your own despair, even if you cannot simply move on, be…… Continue reading An Angel’s Advice on Acceptance


The greatest gift one can give God is oneself.  This gift is an ongoing process, a slow journey, in which day by day, God begins to transform the flawed self into the eternal one.  Like a dusty jewel, this perfect one is hidden beneath layers of lies, self-improvement frustrations, insecurities, and selfish thoughts and desires.…… Continue reading Jewels

Reading Over My Shoulder

“One like this would not leave his riggings out to rust, nor talk of buying tractors, incubators, separators.  One like this would house himself and all he owned snug and watertight; let horses draw his ploughs, hens hatch his eggs, and time divide his cream from his milk; watch the seasons as they passed and…… Continue reading Reading Over My Shoulder

Leaning In

In silence we sat on a stone bench and faced a divinely beautiful scene. Every color intensified in sunlight, various trees stood alongside the water below, and the sky was almost cloudless this spring day.  To the right of us was a wild bird guide, which helped viewers identify the creatures they saw.  What stands…… Continue reading Leaning In

My Lips Are Sealed :)

Today is a day of listening, of listening well without judgment, and allowing another soul to feel understood and valued.  It is a day of pauses and lulls, sealed lips, speaking less, telling very little, and patiently waiting.  It is a time of sacrifice, of self-control that doesn’t always feel pleasurable in the moment, but…… Continue reading My Lips Are Sealed 🙂

Offering Poem

Here’s a poem I wrote for Big Tent Poetry using a few of their given words and a variation of a given phrase. * “Our poor heart, with all its ragged edges, is in its very poverty the place God’s presence is perfectly manifested in the world.”- James Finley * Offering be with me jesus…… Continue reading Offering Poem

Awards Night

Back in January, Angela from My Poetry and Prose Place and Mark from Aggaspletch gave me this award. (So that is why it is displayed twice.)My Poetry and Prose Place is very lively and enjoyable. It is obvious that Angela puts a lot of thought into her work.  I especially like her Dictionary of Bio-Signs…… Continue reading Awards Night


I want to breathe in the scent of your incense that has traveled from your home into mine, this heavenly smell that remains on your paper.  While e-mail may be immediate and convenient, I still wish for this sweet exchange, the kind labor it requires to write out the words, to sense your unique personality…… Continue reading Touch


1. Wind There was a wind. Trash can covers in front of the house rattled against the gravel a blouse swung on the loose clothesline and the moon gleamed like a pearl ceramic bowl on a long table set for one. Clumsily, she held the iron, which she pressed against a wrinkled blouse and stood…… Continue reading Silhouettes

Three Small Stones

As I have not included a photo today, please allow your imaginations create appropriate illustrations for this post. _ #1 Dripping green catkins on the hornbeam tree.  Damp, heavy soil smell.  I peer into the curious light of the young catkins.  Sneakers slosh each ardent step down the hill.  I lift my chin: the hornbeam…… Continue reading Three Small Stones

Solitude, My Sweet Sacrament

Yesterday I deactivated my Facebook account for an indefinite period of time, in hopes of restoring a part of me that I am losing.  This part of me is my ability to be alone, to think independently, to not rely on the approval of others, and to develop stronger, deeper, and more meaningful relationships.  It…… Continue reading Solitude, My Sweet Sacrament

Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily

The rose is without why,it blooms because it blooms,It pays no attention to itself, asks not whether it is seen.Angelus SilesiusAttempting to improve oneself is not always harmful, although it can become a form of greed.  It can leave one wanting, leave one desiring, leave one without fulfillment.  Being a perfectionist and constantly trying to…… Continue reading Let’s Not Diagnose Each Other Unnecessarily

On Writing Small Stones (And A Few Of My Own)

It’s a challenge to write when we’re uninspired, when nothing extraordinary leaps out. Most of the time, the reason there is such a resistance to writing during these times is the expectation. There’s an expectation to write very well, to say something groundbreaking or different, and in the struggle to write something unique, we may…… Continue reading On Writing Small Stones (And A Few Of My Own)

Eternity. Traces. Color. Snow.

Here are some more small poems I’ve written for A River of Stones.1.7.11Perfect penmanship on the euthanasia record.My purring cat enters the ellipses…(This one I wrote for my cat, Midnight, who died recently. May he rest peacefully with God.)1.8.11glossy twilit fingerprintsyour spontaneous tracesjust as good asany autograph1.9.11first firework pop—bursting color and lightthese honest words1.10.11January light:melting…… Continue reading Eternity. Traces. Color. Snow.

How I Used To Pray

Dear God, Please help me to be much better, to never snap at others when I am frustrated, to not need rest, to gather every person in the entire world to you.  May my arms never become weak from the weight of this burden.  May I be perfect and proud of my perfection. I would…… Continue reading How I Used To Pray