august afternoon miracles

yesterday
i took an afternoon walk

i felt a cool breeze
on my face
and saw white clouds
in a blue sky

i heard crows, turkey,
and tiny creatures
like locusts and frogs

i smelled freshly mown
hay

my feet and legs carried me
up a hill and
back down

i breathed
in
and out

all of these things happened

they
really did




"The most incredible things about miracles is that they happen."
                                                                      -  C.S. Lewis

pondering faith along I 70

somewhere along 

the journey

we begin to realize

the truth we've believed

but never really known

"life on earth

is but a vapor"

indeed

sadness indwells 

the quickening

but while days

blur into decades

something called hope

rises from the earth

like trees from prairie grass

we hear it in the carefree laughter of children

we see it

in the forgiving eyes of the old

astonishingly

it is our daily privilege

to take hold of it

or let it

go

"Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see."

                                                                                            ~Hebrews 12:1

drama in the heavens

"The Light shines in the darkness
and the darkness has not overcome it..."
nor shall it ever


*So says the book of John, and so says the heavens.

"It is light, not dark, that is the end of all things."  Frederick Buechner

all that it takes

something simple
like a lone tree on a hill
can fill me

with remembering



"Trees take the eye to where it is,
where it was,

then over to distant hills,
faraway to other places and times,
long ago."
       ~Waiting for a Message by Rochelle Mass

mulberry moon

my morning walk
took me to a mulberry tree
and through her branches
i did see

the carefree
crescent moon


"I believe there is a subtle magnetism in nature, which if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright."  ~Henry David Thoreau

calling

when she showed me her garden
she showed me
her soul


If you are a gardener, never underestimate the power of your calling. (Whatever it is you do with passion, share it.) Thank you Dana for sharing your garden with me. The sudden sight of the poppies lifted me.

a special place

ireland?

scotland?

tuscany in spring?

no

just boring kansas

cradled here in the crux 

of fly over

country

*Driving past this scene on I 70 last week awakened in me the strong sense of “place” i’ve been given.

"the sense that comes from working in a place in all weathers, making a living from it, suffering from its catastrophes, loving its mornings or evenings or hot noons, valuing it for the profound investment of labor and feeling that you, your parents and grandparents, your all-but-unkonwn ancestors have put into it.  He is talking about the knowing that poets specialize in."  ~From The Art of Geography

I'm grateful to be connected to flyover country.