Under the Canopy

Under the Canopy

Tree of Life, I cling to you like a vine, wrapped up in you and lifted up by you toward the Sweet Sun that nourishes me. Spring Silverbell, I study your beauty to learn its resistance to plague and plight, to ring with joy in shadowed undergrowth. Hidden Root, I...

Lent 32

There’s my Peace: rising with the sun and kissing my face on the breeze. There’s my Peace: laughing in conversation and warming hands with mugs of hot tea. There’s my Peace: standing in determined solidarity and raising her fist against the pressures...

Counting

my spirit measures: one sunrise for each day one foot in front of the other one load of laundry at a time one breath in, too shallow one sigh out, too weary one bill, then the next one hot cup of tea… it seems i can barely manage these ones and twos and threes...

Lent 30

I love you, Most High — not just because you are beautiful in the spring mist, not just because you find me when I have collapsed, not just because you provoke my dreams — but because you are you, intimately part of and wholly separate from all of this,...

Fifth Sunday in Lent

You show up unbidden, unsought like the weather like Orion across the winter’s skies, like daffodil greens in early spring pushing through the mud and suddenly I remember what I’d forgotten: that you are joy and beauty and love and life; that you are...

Lent 23

I am enveloped by your sweetness as when a fog cloaks my skin and fills my lungs with its cool silence; I am a pebble lost in the fog, a chip of stonework fallen and forgotten, but for your keen eye and ingenuity; I am a tile reimagined and reused for the beauty of...

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