September 3, 2018

For the Love of Coffee

I love coffee. I do live in the Pacific Northwest, after all, and coffee is a big deal here. But unlike many coffee snobs I know, my favorite is a simple cup of Yuban drip coffee with a splash of dark chocolate almond milk. (If...

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August 27, 2018

To Know and Be Known

The warm earth beneath my feet trembles with knowledge of our Creator We have this in common, the earth and me, the One who knows us and desires to be known Sometimes I forget Him Forget I am His beloved The earth never does _____________________________________...

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August 14, 2018

Don’t Discount Your Potential

They were a motley collection of misfits. A tiny purple alyssum and a scraggly white alyssum. Two mini daisies. A wee snapdragon with a single bloom. Each had volunteered in various annual pots left on our deck over the winter. As spring sprung, so did...

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August 8, 2018

Unseen Things — Other People’s Thoughts

The Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets Pub yesterday was to write about unseen things that nonetheless exist. My first thought was to write about angels or God, but that seemed too predictable for me. Then last night I was at my critique group, sitting quietly...

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July 26, 2018

Wedding Flowers

I gave the florist clear instructions My wedding bouquet was to include White roses — I am worthy of you Blue carnations — yes, no, maybe? White daisies — innocence The perfect bouquet To greet the guests To adorn the altar Alas, she got it wrong Or maybe she was right...

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July 22, 2018

The Joshua Tree

The desert dry, the bitter heat Home sweet home to prickly pear Lizards striped and scorpions mean A climate only the strong can bear King of them all, the Joshua Tree A reminder of Who watches and cares Waters the landscape with His tears As...

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July 8, 2018

Inspiration

Perched precariously atop the canyon wall, the tiny striped chipmunk — I’ll call her Lenna, which means brave — nibbles a pink thistle flower. Undeterred by the sharp thistle leaves, she darts back to the lone source of lunch and plucks another flowery morsel. In...

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June 28, 2018

My Muddled Mind

Muddled thoughts confused, chaotic ever churning night to day Their origin their destination It seems I cannot sway Yet El Roi the God who sees me invites me to come and pray He knows each thought each crazy fear won’t leave me in dismay __________________________________...

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June 13, 2018

Losing the Glimmer

In my deepest depression, I thought often how much easier it would be if I was dead. The unbearable pain never seemed to let up. But I didn’t consider suicide. Instead I slept. If I didn’t have to be anywhere in the morning, I slept...

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