I love books! That’s why it pains me when people start banning them. Years ago, as I was walking through Grand Central Terminal in New York City, I bought a bracelet that said, “I read banned books”. The books on the bracelet were some classics like To Kill a...
One lone stick in his ample beak,
he soars to his mate’s side
building a nest for hatchlings
high in the rookery
in the low country swamp…
danger lurks in the murky depths,
gators waiting to grasp
at...
A gelatinous
judiciously gentle orb
floats by…INCOMING!
Liz McFadzean
a ghostly presence in his favorite haunt,
the heron silently stalks in the shallows
in striated afternoon light;
the apparition reflected in still water mesmerizes,
distracting him from his quest for food
consumed with consuming, he beguiles
himself only momentarily, but finally
in hunger, pokes...
mired at low tide the
star is separated from
its constellation
Liz McFadzean
Last summer, I told the lovely story of how my family came to Epworth in Michigan. But there is another side to that story-- a painful side, a side unflattering to myself.
From my youngest years, the Wagner family would all pack into my grandmother’s cottage. That was a lot of...
Last week while in Hawai’i, we took a tour of the memorial in Pearl Harbor to the crew of the USS Arizona. It is a beautiful and moving tribute to the over 1,000 men who made the ultimate sacrifice, among the first American casualties in World War II. As we walked quietly over...
“He himself bore our sins in his body on the tree.” 1 Peter 2:24
On Palm Sunday I was looking at trees in Hawai’i, and specifically the fronds of palm trees that tower above. Who climbed up these stately trees to get palms by the hundreds to give Jesus a royal...
from Matthew 5:13-16
YOU ARE THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD, says He.
Who me? says I. That cannot be.
So many gas bags flying around
bumping, colliding and bringing me down.
YOU ARE THE SALT OF THE EARTH, says He.
I’m avoiding all salt, for my heart, says me.
YOU ARE A LAMP, DON’T HIDE...
Our first granddaughter Charlotte has a passion for Junie B. Jones. I might even call it an obsession. Junie is a fictitious kindergartner/first grader a little like Ramona Quimby and Pippi Longstocking, with a little of Amelia Bedelia’s literalism thrown in. She’s...