America, Living, Writing

Hallelujah of Leaves

“I love the early September leaves,  dry at the tip, just beginning to brown and curl as the apples and pears bend the branches down and make it easier for small hands to grasp the treasure the leaves have been holding.”

America, Living, Writing

Western Roads

“The middle of nowhere,” I say,
“And the center of everything.”
The place I’m always heading,
No matter how far I go.

Writing

Butterfly Rain

Life flourishes, 
The earth expands, 
And heaven reaches down, 
In rain and dew,
In response to your wings. 

America

Veteran’s Day

“If there is work still undone in any of those areas then it is our work to do. On this Veteran’s Day I can’t help but feel that the best way to honor the men and women who sacrificed their lives, youth, bodies, and minds for the ideals of freedom, is to ensure that they didn’t sacrifice in vain.”

Writing

Haunting

I wish you would haunt me,
Little one, 
With all your playful fervor.

Living

In the Last Moments of Father’s Day

“I wish all eulogies could be so wonderfully real. We’re born in the honesty of physical nakedness, I wish we could all die in emotional nakedness, with forgiveness following us on our journeys.”

Living

Day Two

“Today was a Day Two kind of day. I felt the weight of sorrow and the comfort of hope. It was a day to be human and to be grateful for salvation. It was gloriously messy and real. And through it all I felt sustained and comforted by a Savior who has been through such a day as this. One who knows the compassion and enduring peace and love that waits on the morning of the third day.”