An eternity is like a day to You
Merely a watch in a long night
Each day seems an eternity to me
This watch being all I know
Meet me in the middle?
Eternity can stretch as it likes in all directions
Present; I meet You the only place I can
Presence; You are the only place I am
Here in eternity we still live day by day
Watching together for the dawn
Continue reading “Slowing”
Tag: Summer
Plans
“Martha, Martha, you are worried about many things
but only one thing matters.” – Luke 10:41 (paraphrase)
All those big plans? Sing them a lullaby
Let them rest awhile undisturbed
Some I will wake at the right time
Some will slumber until they dissipate
Will you give them to me anyway?
Child, here at my feet you are becoming
For that end, the doing may wait
but only one thing matters.” – Luke 10:41 (paraphrase)
All those big plans? Sing them a lullaby
Let them rest awhile undisturbed
Some I will wake at the right time
Some will slumber until they dissipate
Will you give them to me anyway?
Child, here at my feet you are becoming
For that end, the doing may wait
The Neverending Summer
1.
In the heat of late summer
I long for a change
Watching through the warm nights for a sign
Of the approaching season
In the moments before I drift off
Carried on stagnant, humid air to fitful sleep
I long for a touch of winter’s icy hand
For need of the neglected blanket Continue reading “The Neverending Summer”
Moments in Memory #2
This is the second of a series of moments from my memory that I plan to post as I hone my descriptive writing skills. Each piece stands alone, a simple vignette without any particular agenda. I hope you enjoy them! Feel free to comment with thoughts or suggestions.
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#2
A bicycle sped down the pavement, purple frame glinting in the sun. It wove in and out of small clusters of pedestrians, its rider savoring the pine-scented wind as it rushed past her face. Seeing an impossible tangle of people ahead, the rider dismounted without stopping, resting her right foot on the frame before hopping off at a jog. Continue reading “Moments in Memory #2”
Walk With Me
Walk with Me awhile, beloved
This is what I made you for
To feel the breeze upon your skin
And linger here at Glory’s door
Where every breath is peace inhaled
And heav’n itself but thinly veiled Continue reading “Walk With Me”
Moments in Memory #1
Every once in a while, I experience a moment that sticks – all my senses linger in that place, conspiring to create a memory that I can revisit at will in all its beauty, pain, or peacefulness. As I continue to hone my creative writing skills, I thought these little moments would be fun prompts to practice inviting readers into a scene with me.
This is the first of a series of moments from my memory that I plan to put into writing. Each piece stands alone, a simple vignette without any particular agenda. I hope you enjoy them! Feel free to comment with thoughts or suggestions.
In Pursuit of More 