My soul, an empty birdfeeder, Attracts no winged thing, Without the seed among cedar, The forest seldom sings. On Sabbath…
A NEW DAY BECKONS A new day beckons hearts awake to sing As jeweled dew drops freshen every blade A…
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string…
Two Ravens Flying Southward ~ a sonnet ~ Two ravens flying southward over Vail, Caught our eye and ears as…
After weeks of grey skies, Mornings hanging heavy in mist,Afternoon sheets streaking downUpon mid-July expectations,Of sun and warmth and summer,Dampened…
A broken ALTAR, Lord thy servant rears,Made of a heart, and cemented with tears:Whose parts are as thy hand did…
When despair grows in meand I wake in the middle of the night at the least soundin fear of what my…
After the Sabbath, at dawn on the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary went to…
My soul, an empty birdfeeder, Attracts no winged thing, Without the seed among cedar, The forest seldom sings. On Sabbath…
From high above in conifers she sings, With dual voices simultaneously heard, The varied thrush a shy retiring bird, Whose…
A songbird sings into my ear, “Awake thy soul to sing,” Of morning light and ever near, A sense of…
I wonder whose desk that was, Now discarded southward, pushed Years ago over the edge beyond The broken cement foundation…
A Sonnet on Anointing The moon in fullness smiles upon the night, Among the darkened trees a glimmer shines, In…
I wish I could name more of these stars. I know the big dipper,but I wish I could say“Oh, there’s…
Here I sit on this verge between,Grey and blue, and all around green.Little raindrops from the sky,Fall upon this knoll…
The orange-red fronds of dead bracken ferns, glisten in the ambient light from this grey-skied afternoon, as rain descends in…
He will come like last leaf’s fall.one night when the November windhas flayed the trees to bone, and earthwakes choking…
I wonder as I wander out under the sky How Jesus the Savior did come for to dieFor poor on’ry…
Silent night, holy nightAll is calm, all is brightRound yon Virgin Mother and ChildHoly Infant so tender and mildSleep in…
The monks are praying Psalms at this dark hour, Their vigil chant awakening the dawn, I too this night am…
The Winepress A Sonnet Prepara te ad pressuras, advisedAugustine, knowing well the way of strife,‘Prepare yourself for pressures’, heed…
The frog with lichened back and golden thighSits still, almost invisibleOn leafed and lichened stem,InvisibilityIts sign of being at homeThere…
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies dráw fláme; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string…
When despair grows in meand I wake in the middle of the night at the least soundin fear of what my…