When Prayers Waft Through My Garden Bed
A bit of ground had beckoned once; Softened, sandy-colored soil; Rooted deeply, wherein Choice and Chance diminished symmetry, Yet offered…
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When I’m Reduced to Prayer
When weakened by dismay, Lord, remind me that You care. Restore in me a thankful heart. Cajole me into…
Nurturing Garden Blues
Mom would have loved my back yard garden once it had developed after the first few seasons. She would have…
Groundhog Grief
I can’t explain the depression and the grief that imprint upon my heart an underlying ache; at least, not very…
We’ve Each A Place
By what authority proclaimed, by what process or fair measure? Removing living things deemed irritants…are they not also treasures? Even…
POPPIES ‘GAINST THE FENCE
A morning not unlike before; except, that March day, I chose to sit And in the sun clothe soul and…
When Life is Good Enough
A walk to the mailbox yields an extra envelope inside; this one not a bill! The card is a funny…
Valentine Mirth
For innocents awake to Friendship’s arms Hearts are not just for February days They are a bit of make-believe To…
Seeing Through the Frost
So, I walk within my garden; it is cold; and I am chilled! I’ve still earth, but seek a memory…