What hands can’t hold

Some things cannot be taken But they’re the things we cannot hold Oh when our world is shaking, quaking, we’re breaking We will hold to  what we deeply know Light bursting through the shadows Comes as we choose to see  The beauty amidst the ache Like mortar in a mosaic masterpiece Some things we’ll never fathom What ifs of what could be But may we hold to what we know We are loved and loved will always be Oh thatRead more

Off the Beaten Path

After work, and then my second little gig after work, I drove the long way home and stopped by an old field and exhaled a bit. Thankful for little things like Spring flowers, and slowing moving and moo-ing cows, and birds flitting together in pairs. Thankful for blue skies above and firm ground under my sandaled feet. Thankful for another day, and a quiet moment to not have to think a single thought, but just take it all in. GraceRead more

Stubborn Little Hyacinth

Stubborn Little Hyacinth Peeking through the soil Resilient little perennial It’s been a year of toil Yes it may show up in the blooms This year, so scant and slight But beautiful little Hyacinth You made it to the light!! (And that was no small fight!) Stubborn little Hyacinth I feel a bit like you Am hopeful that the resilient beauty I’ll see in me like I see it in you. Beautiful, Lovely Hyacinth What a gift you are toRead more

Bare

Sometimes when everything else is stripped away, we can see a little clearer. I drive by these woods every day, sometimes multiple times. But for most of the year, I can’t see the morning sun. It’s only in the winter months, when the leaves have fallen and the trees are left bare that I can see through the gray of the trees to the warm glow of that rising orb in the sky. I’m thinking sometimes in life, when thingsRead more