The Christmas Gift
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always …
Now milking’s just an awful chore, it happens twice a day; no matter what you want to do, it’s always …
I didn’t know oil could crack. But new fissures open in sunflowers, gladiolas, the black and grey of the background. …
Autumn is you now; golden-brown leaves in trees have taken the shape of your hair, and wiry, worn trunks; your …
for awhile i lingered in a silence, this place where light no longer differentiated between the shadows cast ~ bev …
Let the children awake to the touch of sun and shadow. Let them sense the nearness of honest-to-goodness healing, and …
Dawn breaks in weary solitude, with remnants of exhausted beauty shattered and scattered. Defeat lay evident like a threadbare prayer …
The paralyzing fear called doubt seeps in through every hollow place, fighting fragility, I slide backward; losing my grip, focus …
from “The Prophet” by Kahlil Gibran, 1923 When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and …