Territorial

He zips in, takes a sip His long tongue rippling The sweet drink Backs up, forward again Then zip, he’s gone Should a rival dare to sip His nectar sweet and fine He’ll chase the interloper off He declares: All five feeders are mine! ___________________...

The Art of Revision

“Pick a different word,” she wrote “This word appears 44 times in this manuscript. Use your thesaurus.” So I change pain to anguish or misery Substitute torment for suffering Replace anger with outrage Switch adore for love Editing is about changing yet saying the same...

My One Word 2019

To treasure something means “to regard or treat as precious; cherish.” Dictionary.com. Jesus said, “For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.” Matthew 6:21 (NIV). I have decided that for 2019 my “One Word” to guide my thoughts, words, and actions is Treasured. A lot of people are choosing words...

It Is Time for Walking

Today I’m sharing a poem by a dear friend and poet. She is more introspective and cautious than I am, less boisterous and loud. But dear nonetheless. I hope you enjoy her words. It Is Time for Walking by Kathleen P. Bufford Silent, we descend...

The Real Light

It’s the darkness. And the cold. But mostly the darkness. I know we have passed the winter solstice and the days are getting longer, but sunrise at 7:51 a.m. and sunset at 4:36 p.m. still makes for a very short day and a lot of darkness. When...

My Redeemer Is Alive

I was commissioned to write lyrics for a song based on some passages of the book of Job. Though he liked what I wrote, ultimately, the person who commissioned me decided to use snippets of the KJV version of the verses to compose his quintet...