Faith is a daily consolation, but it takeson an active, deeper solace when we awaken to know the lion share of what and to whom we anchor in a storm is developed through heartfelt gratitude. In the embracing of thankfulness upon the mountain and in the valley, an incandescent joy and strength burns a consuming…
Tag: Poetry
Lavender Shirts Not Required
Leaning against the wooden porch fence at the wayside barbecue stand in his crisp lavender shirt and black dress pants, he explained that he’d just come from the church up the road. With a defined zest for life, the man spoke about local news and history to us that stood in line for our Sunday…
Roundstone, Ireland
Roundstone, Ireland I walked the stony beaches of Roundstone, Ireland, and stood under the shadow of the old lighthouse. The salty, icy Atlantic wind blew through to the heart of me. I saw the sun glistening upon lapping water pools by ancient, abandoned stone houses where Irish fisherman lived and died and sustained a generation…
Orion and Pleiades
On summer nights in Colorado, I sat on a weathered wooden chair from Mexico that adorned our front porch. Little girl against the dark and cold of night, I engaged with the stars. Surrounded by a midnight blue velvet curtain loaded with millions of pin pricks shining clear, bright light. I found Little Dipper first…
Fall 2021
September morning breezes whisper the unrooting of summer’s green carpets and blossomed meadows in anticipation of the changeless mystery of autumn and the foretelling winter’s barren bone. While down below ancient earth produces again the necessary spools and spools of burnished color to unravel, with giddy delight, across the mountains, hills, and plains. The opened…
Handel
Handel He never considered for a second the standing ovations, the wild applause, the tears of joy, the years of popular longevity, or the glorious manifest presence of the living God. Tattered velvet slippers shuffling upon the cold stone floor at midnight, he frantically searched by candlelight for inkwell, pen, and paper trying to pace…
Three Stands
Three Strands Before the Lord returns, three strands will entwine to prepare the way. The practice of Sabbath rest, the table of hospitality, and the altar of repentance. This braided cord will gather us to each other and Him. It is the strangers road to Calvary nestled within the walls of our homes–our sharpest tool…
Justice
Justice Society demands vengeance but cannot bear justice, requires morality but cannot stand faultless under a searchlight, expects order but despises authority, screams for open borders and the acceptance of the tired, poor huddled masses yearning to be free but won’t share a meal and offer a bed to a stranger in need. We are…
A New Poem
A New Poem I love a new poem that I must read over and over. First run is a foreign language, but as I go through the words one by one— turning them over and over, weighing, measuring, giving them the tender respect they deserve—then the phrases, metaphors, similes, word spacings, and stanza breaks, it…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 