The ladies along the shoreline dance,
willowy, zoftig, expressing their glee;
they strut their stuff, those with hair aflame,
in a perichoresis of love.  And we

who behold them, laugh at them, with them,
and join in the dance, sisters and friends.
Bronzed and immobile they gambol still
as one silly goose...

               sweet alyssum in the morning
                                  A haiku

                       In the dawn of spring
                   all fissures are flower pots
                    in which seeds take root

                     seeds on parched earth
                                  ...

After church on Good Friday, I came home to cook dinner.  As I often will do, I turned on the TV as a sort of white noise as I went about my work.  Surfing through the channels I happened upon a rebroadcast of “The Passion of the Christ” just as the scene where Peter is watching Jesus be tried and f...

I’m not a Roman Catholic.  But this week, my annual cousins weekend brought me to Little Rock, Arkansas.  With Palm Sunday approaching, my cousin Susie, our hostess, asked if the others of us felt a desire to go to church.  Her daughter’s family is Catholic, so we decided to attend with Meghan and A...

Have you ever thought that when you put someone on a pedestal, you have made them into stone or cold metal?  The thing you admire them for has more to do with your own need than with who they really are. 

The people we admire are complex; they are not always noble or kind or restrained.  Sometimes ...

I have always worried about disappointing others, but thankfully I have not feared disappointing God.  I desire to give the Lord my best and to be wise and apt in my navigation of life. 

I would love to always say the thing that helps another person in his or her specific situation.  I want to be f...

Years ago, I had a little knitting business with my mother and my sister.  Bumberschnerds were the scarves we knit….occasionally we added hats into the mix.  We’d knit little metal “B”s into each piece and sell them to a local snowboard shop and a small boutique.  We were quite the rage.  

At one p...

Holy fire of steadfast love,
burn away all the crusty shell
‘til melted and molten
I rise up with a heart
of liquid gold and, like you,
emanate light and love
to all the dark
and shadowed broken places.

Liz McFadzean

“You’re here to be light, bringing out the God-colors in the world.  God is not a secret...

Usually when I read, “Your faithfulness is great to the clouds” in Psalm 57:10, my mind pictures the immense vastness of God’s steadfast love.  After all, the sky is limitless, infinite. Is God’s faithfulness limited?  The sky’s vastness says an adamant, “No.”

However, unlike the vast reaches of th...

Your heart is on my fingertip
faint as a soft kiss on the lips

a presentation of carmine
the semblance of a valentine

a bleeding heart, it is so small
that no one notices at all

but love’s a mark so permanent
it is affection seized, then spent

never squandered, given lightly
the size belies feelings mi...