My Inheritance I was bequeathed a satin dress, An inheritance passed from my mother And from hers before, another Lifetime has worn it, the treasured Hand-sewn seams have measured The woman inside. The first time I tried The fit I was nine (the old tight-packed box, the wrapping, the … [Read more...] about My Inheritance
The Patheos website issued a challenge: Can you say, in 100 words or less, why the Incarnation matters? Here was my response: Why does the Incarnation matter? Ask the One unbound by space, unconstrained by time. Ask the One unreached by the laws of physics. Ask the Ruler of galaxies, the … [Read more...] about Why Does the Incarnation Matter?
A pantoum is a form poem where the second and fourth lines of each stanza become the first and third lines of the next stanza, creating an interlock that puzzles me. I wrote this on the eve of my 51st birthday, remembering Thanksgiving Day when we took a family nap. The light is honeyed, sparked … [Read more...] about The Light Is Honeyed
THE FOG comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches Â and then moves on. Our cat, Krystal, is 13 years old, which is geriatric. She's always been small -- around 12 lbs -- but lately she's stopped eating much at … [Read more...] about on little cat feet
Call me butter. Today my heart was so soft that it hurt to go to Target and look at all the people there. Each of them so beautiful, so needy, so exquisitely unique. Do they have any idea how precious they are? They just walk around putting things in their carts while our lives slip away. … [Read more...] about Call Me Butter