The Rocking Chair

The porch-boards creaked, under the young rocker’s feet Happily singing her song, Mommy and child, swept away, while the wind gently sang along. Making memories...

M’s Song

I am the Lord’s And He is mine… He calls me His own. He smiles at me and lifts my eyes, I see the light of His face In His presence, I find rest He surrounds me...

The Divine

She quietly sits among her sisters, High upon a shelf. Teapots, fine China and pottery, made by the potter’s hand. She be the eldest, from a place called, Vinta...

On the Other Side

  Arriving just in time, to see the glory-parade… People everywhere of every tribe and nation, shouting, “Welcome home!” A standing ovation New arrivals ca...

An Elder Folk

When I started out on this Facebook Road, I had no idea where it would take me or where I’d end up. But on this journey, I’ve met many people, some I never want...

God’s Holy Breath

   I have been young and now am old. I’ve beheld Messiah’s face, the sacred mold… He stirred the dust and man became… A living soul, forever he’ll remain… ...

Breathless Joy

Baby girl held within my arms What joy I behold! Giggles and wiggles and tiny hands Grasp my face tenderly, as I stand… Gasps so deep I cannot speak… As ecstati...