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“Only the good die young . . .” – Billy Joel That song by Billy Joel always irked me, catchy though it is, because I was one of the good girls, always. // “I’m tired of following the rules all the time,” I told my husband, standing in the kitchen on a...
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I’ve seen better days, dripping down your face. We don’t have to talk, let’s dance. – Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros We’re fourteen years in – seven years without kids and seven years with – so it feels like...
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He looks tall, to me, and burly, like someone who played football in high school. Gray-haired, with some extra weight around the middle, he carries his daughter to school every day through the long winter months, wrapped in a blanket. I saw him this morning, as...
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” . . . out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.” Luke 6:45 Standing near the kitchen counter in the morning, Levi grabs a sippy-cup of warm milk and hands it to Isaiah. “Air, Yay-yah,” he says, holding out the cup. He...
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“When you turn to the right or when you turn to the left, your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it.” Isaiah 30:20 I’m thinking of the wee, tiny cubs, born blind and helpless in the dark den of winter....
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Does the Cardinal know his own colors – the spark he creates by simply being? Maybe you also are a bird of brilliant hue, long sought by weary eyes in a landscape, barren. Photo source HERE. Linking with dVerse Poet’s Pub. Click over to...
