Category Archives: Poetry
Count Yourself In
The gull stood on a rock in the sea.Ferry wash struck the rock and drenched her. She shifted her stance but remained, webbed feet on cold mount,as another wave splashed over her,then, another,and another. Why does she keep standing there? The next … Continue reading
The Word Became Flesh
The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighbourhood.We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son,Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.-John 1:14 (The Message) Credits and References:Image of candle from Rawpixel Creative … Continue reading
When Love Happens
To loveand be loved.We were made for this.Love created the earth, the stars, the seas.Everything and everyone was made of You,from Loveby Love,for Love. Love is the one thing needed,the command that keeps all others. To see what love does–there … Continue reading
Colloquy 2*
I awoke to find a blanket of yellow covering the lawn. Other fading leaves still clung to the tree. Eventually, they would tire, loosen their grip and be vulnerable to the next brisk breeze. Then, my dear tree will stand naked while rain pelts, winds push and pull and snow … Continue reading
False Alarm
My body didn’t get the memo that things that spark my anxiety and spike my cortisol– an email from the lawyer, booking a flight, any change of plan– don’t threaten my life. They aren’t the end of the world. So I need to gently comfort my … Continue reading
Cleansed
Jesus reached out his hand and touched the man. “I am willing,” he said. “Be clean!” Immediately he was cleansed of his leprosy. –Matthew 8:3 An uncomfortable conversation sat in my belly undigested, occupying my thoughts, stopping the flow of oxygen. I looked … Continue reading
No Place Like This
After ten days of packing, cleaning and saying goodbye to our home of thirty years, Fred and I arrive back in Vernon, the snow globe of our lives shaken and set down again. What do I see as the snow swirls … Continue reading
Replanted
I dreaded this for so long– going through my belongings, deciding what to keep, pitch, or give away, packing, carting, loading. But we’re into it now.The boxes are labelled and stacked. It’s happening.We’re being uprooted and replanted, moved from city to city, life to life, cup … Continue reading
An Everyday Pilgrim 