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.”
Category: 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.
Butterfly Rain
Life flourishes,
The earth expands,
And heaven reaches down,
In rain and dew,
In response to your wings.
Nativity
“Is this call,
To come unto Him,
The invitation to our own
Nativity?
An opportunity for rebirth and
Becoming
A new people,
Keeping a new covenant
And ushering in
A new world.”
Earning My Eulogy
“Because feeling weak is just an idea,
Like worry, or fear, or hope.
And ideas can change
The course of history,
And my own mind.
So while I breathe
And while I stand
Upon the ground instead of lie within it,
I’ll earn that obituary.”
Nana’s Aprons
“The name she goes by in each part of our family doesn’t seem to matter much; it is what the name has come to mean that has made all the difference. “
Father, Farmer, Philosopher
I picked up my fork and went to work beside him on the hillside, blood and sweat mingling under the Midwestern sun. He smiled at me and threw another thistle. “Farms and people need caretakers,” He said.