Friday, August 22, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Let me not be rocky ground,
parched and cracked, burned by sun
green then yellowed, bitter, brown,
all good intent, but fallow, shallow.
Let me not be choking weeds,
grasping, climbing, blocking sun
roots that run, smother seeds,
thick and high, but sticking, pricking.
Let me, God, be fertile soil,
tilled and plowed, enriched by sun,
abloom with wheat, embody royal
Word made flesh to flourish, nourish.
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you." -- Kahlil Gibran
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Blue as the sea, Sierra Madres rim Bandaras, bay of flags.
Mist bruises the mountains not yet burned by sun.
Time for us to go, even though the colors hold like glue;
magnolias and wild flowers beckon.
One more day, you sing.
One day more I sing in chorus.
In days, the sea will be a spectre,
pirated colored glass the only reminder of paradise,
fossil, flesh, and sand.