Here’s a slice of life. I have been sitting by the fire all day in this big chair, reading. Pure luxury. Ahhh, a day just to read… and not to write… to think… and not to write…
Author: Bonnie
From My Cold Window
Winter night alone… icy branches in the wind like cold empty arms. Winter night alone… blue snow under the street lamp blue flames in the hearth.
haiku: winter hope
Icicles glimmer with fleeting desperation, dreading the sun’s rays. Glittering snow glow juxtaposition-sun and snow-sting naked eyes. Gray winter day pours steel into my soul as I forge snow-laden path.
Shifting Shadows
Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter’s day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! it is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these!…
Slather the Color…
Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on. –Oscar Wilde I snapped this picture from the Sunset Cafe in Paphos two weeks ago while…
Sweeter Than Oranges…
This picture was taken in Lofou, Cyprus, an ancient, stone village tucked away in the foothills of the Troodos Mountains. Some say the village is about 700 years old. I love this place. Sometimes I close my eyes and imagine myself ambling down its rough and narrow stone streets that were made once to accommodate just a donkey or small wagon….
Anchored
I, like thousands of Americans, am deeply grieved about the university tragedy yesterday. I am angry. The blood shed of innocent life is unconscionable.
Pouch of Myrrh
Myrrh for a pouch… My beloved is to me a pouch of myrrh which lies all night between my breasts. –Song of Songs 1:13 A few years ago, I wept through a message, delivered at my home church, by Gary Wiens on the above Scripture. I am still moved to tears when I remember his…
That Bubble I Live In…
Well, Wayne and I are back in our own little lentil patch here in Texas, pulling the weeds, turning over the soil, planting, watering, and endeavoring to produce a harvest from that which the Lord has entrusted to us in our small corner of the world.
This Part…
We are in the Lufthansa lounge in Frankfurt waiting to fly home in a few hours. I am recollecting the last two weeks while enjoying a latte…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 