At the Threshold
These days we stand at the threshold
At the edge of a kingdom we cannot grasp.
We long for a kingdom of justice and peace.
as we trod upon a broken earth.
The one who stands with us.......
I never thought I would say this.
But I am glad my mother is no longer in this world.
She left this world one year ago today.
I know where she is.
For the morning of her passing
An angel in the form of a cloud hovered over the horizon
Slowing Time
Time is measured by earth's revolution around the sun.
One day is measured by earth's revolution around its axis.
One moment is a division of one day.
These days all moments blur together
Sea glass: Broken Pieces
My friend told me the story of sea glass: That true sea glass has rounded edges and pieces like bottle tops and bottoms are most rare, as are the colors blue and aqua. And in a piece of true sea glass the original color remains the same, only gilded by a polished coat from the sea .A myth about sea glass Is to return the broken pieces not yet polished back to the sea as you make a wish.
Lantern....
This weekend my youngest son will marry. She is a gift, this answer to the Ephesians 3:20 prayer I have been sending up for my children these past two years. He will marry a beautiful girl whose light shines from her eyes when she tells stories about her second-grade students at the dinner table. When she expresses her concerns about their antics. When she voices she just wants them to be the best person they could be.
Missing Autumn
I returned to the Northwest this season, observing fall for the first time in thirty years .I watched the trees behind my cottage transform from greens to yellow to gold. The morning sun hits the bank just so, highlighting shades of crimson and sienna and umber against the verdant backdrop along the ridge.
