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Psalm 107
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So 107 Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he has redeemed from trouble[a] 3 and gathered in from the lands, from the east...
Secret Things
Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know. - Jeremiah 33:3 (NIV) Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known. - Jeremiah 33:3 (ESV) Call to...
Quotes and Poetry about May (Part One)
In the deepening spring of May, I had no choice but to recognize the trembling of my heart. It usually happened as the sun was going down. In the pale evening gloom, when the soft fragrance of magnolias hung in the air, my heart would swell without warning,...
Breath: a StoryTweet
A few days ago I participated in a prompt on Twitter called "storytweeting". The theme was "breath". I shared a story, and it ended up a bit long... as in 18-20 tweets long. Wowza. The word count was almost 800 when I added up the words in all those tweets. Oh jeez. I...
Mother’s Day (a poem)
I wrote the poem below several years ago; I share it here once again for Mother's Day. The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms,...
Every Day (poem by Naomi Shihab Nye)
EVERY DAY My hundred-year-old next-door neighbor told me: Every day is a good day *if you have it.* I had to think about that a minute. She said, Every day is a present someone left at your birthday place at the table. Trust me! It may not feel like...
Poetry by William Wordsworth
When I was in college, I spent a semester in London and had the wonderful opportunity to visit the beautiful Lake District area one weekend. Five of us traveled there, stayed in a charming bed and breakfast with a gorgeous view of sheep dotting the hillsides...
May Day (poem by Sara Teasdale)
May Day by Sara Teasdale A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Red small leaves of the maple Are clenched like a hand, Like girls at their first communion The pear trees stand. Oh I must pass nothing by...
Moon Haiku (by Issa and Basho)
*** Oh, brilliant moon is it true that even you must fly as if you're tardy? ― Issa *** tonight I have no time to sleep moon-viewing --Basho *** I took this photo from a plane yesterday evening. The full moon was...
Spring (Poem by Christina Rossetti)
Spring - Poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti Frost-locked all the winter, Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits, What shall make their sap ascend That they may put forth shoots? Tips of tender green, Leaf, or blade, or sheath; Telling of the hidden life That...
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