Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Beloved child,
little
gentle one.
Your wisdom,
peppered
in silver gray,
shouts kindness
in soft whispers,
words learned
in humble
noble youth.
Once in a high desert so hot, so dry,A whale was lost; no ocean nearby.He swam through sands, with heavy heart,Longing for water, a new voyage to chart. A seagull, named Jack, with sour tongue knife sharp,Swooped next to the whale, listening to him harp.“Ha!” said Jack, “What an ironic sight,A whale in this scorched,…
Every day’s a holidayIn unexpected ways, It’s not about the parties, Despite what some may say. Every day’s a holiday, In moments that we share, Sharing laughter, Sharing tears, Knowing someone who cares. Every day’s a holiday, In snowstorms And in the rain, Warming acts of kindness That ease the piercing pain. Every day’s a…
They talked of Jesus between slurps of creamy cocoa and coffee, but the way they talked,
I knew: They didn’t know Jesus.
My name’s on a shelf of frozen meals:Korean BBQ, Thai, cilantro lime.Wrapped in steamable, compostable joy,it feeds you fast, leaving small footprint.At least this version of mekeeps well, meals light. My middle name insures the world,a London firm, sleek and serene.They hedge against collapse and flame,but I’ve made no such guarantees.Still, I wish to be…
This Week’s Phrase Cool like grass Last spring, a student left a sticky note on my classroom door. It was part of a collection of positive affirmations, small words of kindness in scrawled handwriting and doodles. Most said things like:You matter.You’ve got this.Be yourself. But one stood out, quiet and strange: Cool like grass. That’s…
“Reading is a discount ticket to everywhere.” — Mary Schmich Five BooksMom says I can bring home five.Five books.As if five were enough.I wander the aislespassing sharks,dinosaurs,Greek gods,and a glossy guide to Spainwhere every photographlooks warmer than Utah.A Brady Bunch mysteryfinds its way into my arms.Jan Brady,private eye.I grab a book about castles,another about volcanoes,and…