A tree doesn’t ask, “Where do I go from here?”  It’s just a tree, doing…                 NO…   BEING a tree.  It grows from seed, receiving “Milk” from the earth, and caresses from the wind as the sun gazes into its eyes. The clouds cry over her, washing her clean. She slowly stretches and swells as… Continue reading Labyrinth


I AM To Be What I AM…

Water from Holy Mountaintop springs heeding His relentless call, Leaping from cliffs Liquid, solid, mist – as required Spinning top balanced securely on pin Earth’s fluid core drawing all of creation inward   Liquid, solid, mist – as required Glacier’s slow progress sculpting canyons, rivers, oceans and mountains Earth’s fluid core drawing all of creation… Continue reading I AM To Be What I AM…

The Meeting

Once upon a time, a mere woman -- a mother, alone -- looked out upon the horizon where she saw storm clouds gathering.  They were fierce, black and profoundly threatening.  Where she sat, she could only feel a mild, warm breeze on her skin and hair, while damp tropical air entered her nostrils and lungs. … Continue reading The Meeting


The days grow colder now The wind more brusk Biting My life feels colder now Less apt toward warmth No more small, sweet, child bodies to warm me To suckle at my breast To give me purpose A place Usefulness Bellies to fill Wounds to soothe Tears to dry Laughter to hear The prime of… Continue reading One

Forever I am His

Today, I am feeling a stab in my side      the place where the spear entered and released my blood and water,      spilling wine and amniotic fluid into the soil. Each breath brings a renewed sharp edge      like broken glass jabbing into my ribs. Who would have known my "I… Continue reading Forever I am His

Autumn Teardrops

It’s autumn, Papa, The contrast of morning light and shadow Feeds my soul as it hungers for Your beauty. Deep dark and glowing light… Grief and joy Standing side by side On teardrop-shaped leaves Dangling from nearby branches. The light is warm. It permeates and caresses my body and soul The shadow, too, seems more… Continue reading Autumn Teardrops

In Your Hand

Lord, I’ve come to the realization That I don’t know anyone. Though I want to love and be loved, I approach everyone With so much of my own self-chatter And warped view of who they are. Like a movie projector, I see rejection, Judgment, Manipulation And lies. In reality, I reject, Judge, Manipulate And lie… Continue reading In Your Hand