The Nature of Things

  I drench my pillow with salty tears, as night shadows loiter – slowly lurk; till twinkling stars map promising hope.   Down woodland lane and sturdy oaks, past thick meadow spills new growth, toward endless surf and eternal sands;   all so much greater than I am. There I whisper a longing prayer; God’sContinue reading “The Nature of Things”

Silent Night

The nightingale’s last cry; a still born child at twilight. A bundle of feather scattered, tattered on parched ground. Silent is the bleakest night, till in prayer I cry out… “Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; do not be silent at my tears; for I am a stranger with You,Continue reading “Silent Night”