Chapter III. Boundaries / Walls She awakened early, refreshed, somehow eager to begin the day. She moved quickly to her studio where an unfinished painting rested on an easel. She had been working trying to capture the iridescence of one of the dragonflies who lived within the walls of her castle. She was waiting for…
I re-submit this to go along with my recent thoughts on Christmas, Grace, and how one might be led down a blind ally seeking God or truth in doing. With up-lifted hands I hold my best. I offer it to you. With trembling I await your acceptance of my gift With trembling I dread your…
Perhaps it is that when one feels washed overboard, afraid, exhausted, and without a raft there is something in the depths of grace for us there. Perhaps the raft is what keeps us from knowing. Blessings, sweetness, and understanding that you are not alone. Whatever flavor of spirituality that you may tend toward there is…
After the “Locks and Keys” poem I remembered this. It is an excerpt from the “Princess and the Dragonfly.” It is a story of me, of Us. Chapter IV. Doors, Locks & Keys Still stunned and confused she sat down in front of her painting. Her thoughts raced. A flurry like a thousand dragonflies, thoughts…
The seeds are sown and await the judgement of circumstance The soil, the birds, the weeds will all have a say The weather will be what it will The sower sows the seeds but the Creator makes them grow It is out of his hands now Words, his seeds were sown into new and unknown…