Vision of the Ancients – A Poem

I see mothers of the ages, of all cultures, of all times, carrying torches, lighting the darkness, soothing the future with hummed lullabies. They carve their way in beautiful strength with faith and song, waiting….watching….warding…waiting… staying the course with never-ending grace. Stalwarts of elegance, extend your hands, don your mantles and dance. Oh how God’s heart…

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Two Poems from “Words the Dirt Meant to Share”

Many of you know my first mini collection of poetry was published by Desert Willow Press in November of 2018. It was written during the year I lived on Saba, in the Dutch Caribbean, with my husband and three kids, while he attended medical school, and I worked part time as a music coach/therapist with…

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The Eyes of Love

My love, your eyes enrapture my existence,                                              insistant, your love beckons me beyond resistance. exuberantly my soul is laid out before you                    unbound to…

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New Book: Words the Dirt Meant to Share

Have you ever wondered if the tears you shed in the margins of your life actually mattered? That they were nourishing good ground and making things grow? From the tears I shed during my year long stint on Saba while my husband attended medical school, I penned a short book of poetry title “Words the…

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The Way of Friendship

Mingling, Our journeys; The ones we have taken and The ones yet to be took… The resonance of varied spirits colors our walk, Asking and telling, Nodding and dreaming, weaving so grandly their unifying threads… stories; The ones we can tell and The ones we cannot.   Revelation collides with mystery and (sometimes) words Become…

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The Desperation Disciplines

The past two weeks have been a tidal wave of conflicting emotions: loneliness, sorrow, joy, anxiety, homesickness, gratitude, relief, anguish, resolve, love sickness, desire, exhaustion, despair, hope, discouragement, tenderheartedness, ferocity, and encouragement. I have experienced the visceral beauty of community near and far, the joint sigh of longing for wholeness and reprieve. We ache together,…

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I and She

The mercy tree looks like mangoes, sweet, dangling fruit of life and death hang in the branches, asking, what today will be? Exhaustion and defeat gaze longing, wondering at space and wood and desperation. Splintering at the roots and thinking, Respite could be in the limbs. Another fruit, a stranger kind is swaying in the…

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