Thoughts from My Corner of the World
In the quiet -that unlikely momentand rare,Comes a word, a cryand a prayer . . .Seeking to be heardand not only heard quietlyas a whisper,but as a shout, anannouncement for all to hear.God is good! You are good!Even though many un-goodsstrut around, stomping downGod’s good creation, thisis not reason to silencethis annunciation.Rather the words, the... Continue Reading →
It Is Love At times I worry I am a birdTrapped in a cageMeant to keep me awayFrom ideas and doctrinesThreatening to deceive.At times I fret I’m a plantCramped inside a potMeant to keep me restrainedFrom my nature that isMeant to ramble.My wings get bruisedFrom flailing, andMy roots become gnarlyFrom probing waysTo escape confinement.To survive... Continue Reading →
RECEIVE “Open wide,” my mother croons, promising the deliciousness in the spoon Will free me of the pain in my throat! As soon as the spoon touches my tongueI see her eyes, taste her deceit and spew it out!Her betrayal buries deep within my belly. I become nauseous.Trust is lost, deception reigns.How does one exist... Continue Reading →
Image from Wikimedia. A selection of books by Bessie Marchant (1862-1941)
The photo above on this blog post is a screen catch from a CNN post where "an unidentified woman was captured on video navigating through wildfire flames toward firefighters in Orange County, California.” The unnamed woman symbolizes a story. Whether her life story is grand or mundane does not matter. The point is her story... Continue Reading →
Morning light Rise Coffee Read Write Quiet Meditate Time slows Poetry The slow grace of the daylight The sun’s climb over the horizon Brazen, bold, bodaciously fills the day with brightness I shield my eyes until the soft evening hours Poetry Time slows Meditate Quiet Write Read Tea Rest Evening light
Everyday Obstacles (Photo taken by me at Table Rock Dam) We celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary by visiting Branson in December last year. The weather was unseasonably warm, which worked in favor for our stay. One afternoon we drove to Table Rock Dam and sat on the edge, as good little tourists should. I sat... Continue Reading →
Be.Beyond.Be Yonder.Always seekingfor answersto solve the quandariesof what is beyond.What is too muchto know, to carry,beyond what a mere humanshould or need know?What of the Who or the Whatthat is beyond - looking below atthe wee one struggling so?Reaching for truthbeyond her meansnot to be foundsince it's out of bounds."It's over your head," the man... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking a lot about stones lately. I’m uncovering many stones while translating Luke’s Greek into English. Some come to the surface sooner than others. Others imbedded deep in the text surface only after I’ve walked repeatedly down the path of translation work. Bent over the text, I turn the words over again and... Continue Reading →
I'm here to writebut the words fail to come forth.Words which in my own past destroyed,rise up and choke my vocal cords.The pen in my hand refusesto cooperate. I turn to books.Words fill the books which surround me in my study -a place of solitude where I tease outsolutions to life's important questions.But as soon... Continue Reading →