We have had a few quiet and reflective days here by the sea in Pafos. I have really enjoyed the down time and the refreshing salt winds of the sea. It has been great to spend time knitting, reading, meditating, and writing some poetry of my own. Here’s one of the few that I have…
Category: Poetry
God’s irony…
humble beginnings tender shoot sprung from parched ground God’s great irony He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him (Isaiah 53:2).
Freedom Tastes Like Courage
Today freedom will taste like turkey, dressing, and pumpkin pie as we lift our forks in thanksgiving. We salute love of country, family, and friends. But at some point in history the liberty that America enjoys tasted like sacrifice, heartwrenching sacrifice… I am thinking about a couple of things this morning. One is the Mayflower and the…
bleak autumn evening
bleak autumn evening Edgar Allan Poe rap, rap, rapping at my door
the banquet hall
tangerine sunset spills upon the banquet hall no one notices
life’s marrow
Ethiopia ancient civilization core of life’s marrow
regret…
the people in black will mourn the Man of sorrows seeing him through tears ~Zechariah 12:10
Bonnie Saul Wilks 