The fog of this day is impenetrable.The emptiness is palpable sorrow.Nothing makes sense.The day after,or perhaps 2000 years after.He died.More precisely, He was killed.Killed by those He… Read more “Holy Saturday”
*Re-posted in honor of Alzheimer’s/Dementia awareness month Be a dearWhen I am oldRemind me that I love fog what is hard to see still exists When I… Read more “Reminders*”
The earth breathes a sigh,releasing the cool of the morning.Expressing what was,prophesying what will be.Listen and obey.
In pre-dawn silenceWhen mist joins hands with darknessStreet lights fail to illuminate clarityYet somehow magnify beautyMy eyes focus on what is blurredThough mutedLight remains wholeThough refractedColor remains… Read more “Ante Meridiem”
Even if his mind fails, be considerate of him; do not revile him because you are in your prime.
Before the light breaks Alone in prayer Silence before Him Until a distant owl Signals what is to come Then a solitary bird chirps her readiness As… Read more “This gentle blur”
Morning’s darkness Why am I drawn in by the fog? Is that You? Are You in there? Does it soften Your presence? Enhance Your beauty? Perhaps express… Read more “Corinthian Fog”
It’s early (I like that) Cool crisp and quiet (I like that too) Foggy mist across the grassy expanse (I really like that) Yes I’m tired But… Read more “September morning”