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When Death Becomes Light
It was a silky, milky Scene this past Sunday Beyond the lake bluff. The horizon had been erased, Reminding me of the day That had reminded me of The first of the last seven days of my mother’s life. There had been no divide Between water and Sky, heaven and...
Where the Eagle Soars
At Eagle River, I am reminded, we mount up On wings like eagles. In humility, We must know how to come down. Face things as they are! Still, O heart, be still. Water appears like glass as Birds fly branch to branch. Mind, body and soul, “Be still, know that I am God.”...
Haiku On A Fall Day
Red sweatshirt on girl Red winged blackbird flying free Red barge heading out Red roof on beach house Red motorcycle on path Red car passing by Red leaves hang from branch Green leaves turning yellow-orange We all start...
What Love Is Or Isn’t
“What is love? How would you answer that?” I asked my husband on Saturday night at 8:43 PM after he’d watch a great storm roll in from the front porch with our dog while the cat was hiding. I’d no idea where the cat was but she had a mouse trapped earlier, I knew she...