My Poetry and Prose Blogology
Our Hometown
“You're not my hometown, but—
there was a before—where we all lived together—”
Her Life as a Pitcher
“A silver water pitcher
gifted for our wedding
forty-five years of age
reflected young smiles…”
Endless Stars of Hope
“blessings yearn for steady streams of pure hearts
patiently refined in the flames of God’s Spirit
hearts that grew up—suffering in the furnace of life…”
Mercy is Grace
“my scorching faults burn beyond enumeration
these torrents of rules taunt my rebellious bones
yet who among us has no challenges and trials…”