Line by line
passes, encompassing the soul
in exuberant joy.
Changing life in fits and starts.
Turning, sweeping, leveling
like Autum wind,
Melding new and old
Creating a blinding image,
more beautiful and rare
than eyes like mine deserve.
in His infinite glory and faithfulness,
Pours out Grace upon Grace
Leaving me face down
in Wonder and Praise.
My loves. The sweetest things. How can I be so blessed? Thank you, my son for them both. Treasures I cannot hold in my hand. Words are not enough. I want to cry and dance at the same time when I see them. These daughters of mine are music, memory, my peace, my eternal hope for tomorrow and beyond eternity. These two are more than joy. I am certain it is a girl thing. A God gift. I am full to overflowing.
These daughter of mine.
Overgrown green, moving downward
By nature, rampant, running tangles.
Bursting forth, by both self and soul
In overlooked whitewashed vessels.
in a summer morning garden…
Symbols, seen and unseen
Blazing heat, shade in shadow
Centering, rounding, promising
In a summer morning garden
Simi Tree closed off all Love once known…
Reflected darkness tomb and stone…
Symbols seen and unseen…
Blazing Summer Mornings…
Perfection in line, creator’s grand design
Simi Tree upon whose life the sun’s light behind
Closed off all Love once known, reflected darkness
Tomb and stone, Agape wonder toning greens
Symbols yet standing, seen, unseen in
Musings on Blazing Summer Mornings