Tuesday, January 16, 2018

winter's brown

it’s nine degrees
when i step foot 
onto the driveway

and start my trek
down the gravel

this kind of cold

and i know it will not be
birds today
that stir my understanding

half way through the cornfield

when all i hear are sounds
of my own footsteps
through frozen snow

and the whisk whisk
of my ski jacket

i notice 
at my feet

dying weeds
brown and fallen
like a straw rug, woven
still bearing 
golden tint

and when i look up again

i am filled with
the black brown
circling round

the woods are dark today

the barren trees
bear their branches
into a stone cold 


"I prefer winter and fall--when you feel the bone structure of the landscape--the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it. The whole story doesn't show.  ~ Andrew Wyeth 

The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man.  ~Introduction to the book of Job

Tuesday, January 9, 2018

this tree

here she stands
one among millions

and here i stand

more than a million chances 
to one
of not seeing her 

and yet,


While on the topic of chance……C.S. Lewis gives us good food for thought. :)

"In friendship, we think we have chosen our peers.  In reality a few years' difference in the dates of our births, a few more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead of another, the accident of a topic being raised or not raised at a first meeting--any of these chances might have kept us apart.  But, for a Christian, there are, strictly speaking no chances.  A secret master of ceremonies has been at work.  Christ, who said of the disciples, "You have not chosen me, but I have chosen you, " can truly say to every group of Christian friends, "You have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another."  The friendship is not a reward for our discriminating and good taste in finding one another out.  It is the instrument by which God reveals to each of us the beauties of others."     ~C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

Sunday, December 31, 2017

sweet robin

that i could sit with you 
for awhile

that i could 
hear the thrumming
of your little heart

and see up close
into the pools 
of your tiny 

magnificent eyes

"Art thou the bird whom Man loves best, The pious bird with the scarlet breast, Our little English Robin; The bird that comes about our doors When autumn winds are sobbing?"
                                                      -William Wordsworth

I end the year 2017 with this wish for you in the year to come: I hope you see more beauty this year than ever before. I hope you are startled by little things like robins, raindrops, and tiny red berries…for even the smallest things have their part in telling the story.

Saturday, December 16, 2017


and suddenly
they were

in the middle
of the

i marveled
at the
sight of them

"and the lion
will lie down
with the lamb"


walking with elephants
petting the panther

running with wolves

"In that day, the wolf will lamb will live together. The leopard will lie down with the baby goat. The calf and yearling will be safe with the lion, and a little child will lead them all."  ~Is. 11:6

In the past few months i have read several books that have enlarged my thinking and vision of what lies ahead. The hope of heaven and the renewal of all things is becoming more real to me. I seem to be coming across this message everywhere. Here are some books to investigate if you are so inclined.

All Things New by John Eldrege
Heaven by Randy Alcorn
King’s Cross by Tim Keller
The Story of Everything by Jared Wilson
Surprised by Hope by Norman T. Wright This one is a heavier read and takes some wading through (N.T. Wright is a world renowned new testament theologian)…..i read it with a friend so we could bounce thoughts and questions off one another. 

"Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while.  The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him.  For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing:  there was light and high beauty forever beyond its reach…….Putting away all fear, he cast himself into a deep untroubled sleep."

                                                  J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

Friday, December 8, 2017

morning coffee and contemplation

have you ever

how you can sit
in a chair
on a cold december morning

drink a cup of coffee
and read a chapter or two

while the house you are in
in the country you are in
on the planet you are 

is shooting through space
while simultaneously spinning 
(at some thousand miles per hour)

and this
on an axis

have you ever wondered why 
you aren’t dizzy?

some would say
“it’s simply gravity”

but if you are like me
you rarely 
give things like gravity
a simple second thought

and that,
i’ve come to believe
is a thing 
of gravity


   I’ve been contemplating the wonders of the solar system of late and am struck anew by an obvious design and plan that far exceeds my intellect. I am amazed that there are some very smart people who say this all “just happened”. It would be like a Rembrandt “just happening” because some wind came along and blew some paint cans off a table onto the floor and “wa la” ……. a painting is born; hmmm, shall we call it “The Return of the Prodigal”?

Thursday, November 30, 2017

it's the birds

of late
they have been
the messengers

it is they
who have given me

to take the first step
into cold morning air

for one never knows

what a small bird
might say

by his just sitting
in a tree

"Come forth into the light things. Let nature be your teacher."  ~William Wordsworth

Tuesday, November 21, 2017


i'll see you later
i'm going

to walk in oak leaves

and watch the brown squirrel

"Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasures to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence."
                                                                   ~Alfred Billings Street