The little one jumped on a chair, and pulled his sister’s shining hair. She screamed and hit him, His fall broke a limb, and now the pain’s more than he can bear.
How did the butterfly get its name?Did it land on a stick of butter? Or maybe on the butter churn?Did the first one have wings of yellow?Or did it slide down a window easily?Did it flutter around with pollen on its feet? How did the butterfly get its name?Did it steal the milk and butter? PhotoContinue reading “Butterfly”
Most days I swim in the shallows of daily life, “What’s for dinner; Honey, help me please; Oh, that looks good; Where is this thing?” Occasionally, Great White dives into the abyss and pulls a glowing creature from the depths of my darkness that illuminates a way for others, be it a story, a poem,Continue reading “Abyss”
And now as this northern wind blows cold I desire to read poets and writers of old- those scribes we can no longer blithely hire as I sit sipping tea under a blanket by the fire. Oh give me a pithy Shakespearean play to digest as I dreamily drain the day away or a heartyContinue reading “A Lazy Day”
Adam and Atom Humanity’s building blocks Different, but same.
Essence of my life Thank Holy Spirit today Comforting guidance.
Fighting for promise Pulling from depth of being a worthwhile struggle.
Weaving Energy Around Loved Things Heartily, hardily, and holding holy closely. Picture by Pixabay cc0.
Lamenting Over Shifted Spirit Photo from Pixabay cc0, edited by Dawn Paul