Wake up to a New Year

Among my family and friends, I am the poet. As a result, I am sometimes asked to write poems for particular occasions and am happy to do so. But I am also blessed to have others share their poetry with me because they think I’ll be...

Flustered Feline

He’d roar if he could I know it But chattering Is the best he can muster You can tell he’s flustered Because that dark-eyed Junco And the American Finches Are out of his reach He doesn’t know That even so He’s much too slow _________________________...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #2

Last week, I started a new weekly poetry prompt here on my blog. That post has had 21 likes, 5 shares, and 8 comments—but only one person posted a poem in response to the prompt, and it was my cousin. I’ve left comments open, though,...

So It Ends, and So It Begins

It began in the Westin Hotel pool on Maui. Well, truth be told, it began with a prayer four months earlier, the day I decided it was time to end 40 years of intense aquaphobia. I asked God to help me overcome this fear born...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompts

On a recent trip to Hawaii, I picked up this game called Paint Chip Poetry: A Game of Color and Wordplay. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with it, but I couldn’t resist the purchase, even though I don’t really have anyone to play it...

If I Was the Potter

If I was the potter instead of the clay, what tools would I use to fashion a beautiful vessel? And what kind of vessel would I create? A lovely vase? An intricate teapot? Or perhaps a practical bowl? I suppose the appropriate tools would depend...

Melancholy Merriment

This past Sunday we had the most beautiful Advent service of songs and scripture readings, plus my poem that I was blessed to recite. Everything was perfect, even when it wasn’t quite. This inspiring service was the brainchild of one of our worship team leaders,...