I. A Still Small Voice If ravenous winds didn’t claw your house apart Turn it upside down And shake everything loose-- Every dark crevice and dust-filmed corner robbed of their secrets-- Would you still, even now Just be sitting there on the porch, cool evening, Begging for a revelation While a quiet breath brushed your … Continue reading A Still Small Voice
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Holy Week: Hope and Resurrection
How does the hard and frigid soil, packed from winter's brutal toil, think that spring will ever show-- unfurl above, thread below? What tiny hope stirs in the deep to resurrection's vigil keep? What life beneath is waiting there-- renewal's meat, drink, and air? It's Adam's dust, from Adam shaken, soil to flesh, the flesh … Continue reading Holy Week: Hope and Resurrection
Holy Week: Nature Tells The Truth
Maybe you've shoveled compost into your garden beds, mixing the dark organic matter that some gardeners call "black gold" into your native soil. Or, maybe you've walked into the woods and inhaled the moist, verdant fragrance of humus, that soft, springy top layer of the forest floor. What does that fresh, earthy fragrance have in … Continue reading Holy Week: Nature Tells The Truth
Silent Shout
XV. Anyone can see those pale curves were molded by a master. No amount of dust, no darkened corner can hide the same truth told by the sun as it sinks into lavender mountains-- rustling, fragrant trees hug glinting streams, uncurling ferns, a dragonfly wing-- the creation reveals its creator with a silent shout. K. … Continue reading Silent Shout
In the Quiet
IV. LORD, one of these days I’ll stop singing other people’s songs. Their words will die on my lips when a simple melody creeps out of my fearful heart and makes a dash for freedom, growing stronger in the light like all things good. K. Ashby
In the Quiet 