Camellias Come Home

When I finally arrive, I hear the voices, the ones I grew up listening to: the southern accent is a sweet, familiar sound to homesick ears. I used to talk that way, but now the accent only emerges when I’m in the south or speaking with another person with a...

Why Being a Peacemaker Means Making Some Noise

17 But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality and without hypocrisy.18 Now the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace by those who make peace. ~James 3:17-18, NKJV What...

Truth

Truth   A firm place For stubbing toe and A soft place To lay head… Bewitched paradoxed ground with Reeds not bowed by wind. *** The poem above is written in a form called the “Shadorma”, with the following syllabic structure: 3-5-3-3-7-5. I...

Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania

Driving through the Hills of Pennsylvania   Somewhere between Toledo and Leesburg I left them behind Driving through the hills of Pennsylvania Tumbling into valleys Pummeling east I see them approaching Catch them after crossing the Potomac The straps of the...

God’s Not Dead: a Movie Review (sort-of)

<Warning: spoiler alert! If you have not yet seen the movie, the post below is full of spoilers. > I watched the movie “God’s Not Dead” recently with a group of teens and some parents. Our local movie theater offers a $5 ticket for all movies...

Gently Cupped Hand

Gently Cupped Hand     When flowers fall down from heaven floating toward tumultuous land I know not where fragility ends as I’m caught in gently cupped hand.   Vapors exhume in darkness but vapor of breath am I Weapons circle sharp around me–...

lost and found

lost and found   I hide rumors in my tightly clenched fists, before I bury them, whole.   You won’t find me asleep, nursing my wounds, fading like dusk.   I lose roses, I lose nightmares, and find my...

Scarlet

Scarlet     A scarlet thread Burns long, thin Where I stand, Intersecting Sunday And the corner Of my heart– Hungry for red.     I know the thread, The very one It pulls me to your neck and unfolds like silk.     I pull string taut tie knot so needle won’t slip...