A Shower of Prayer

Prayer peeks her eyes toward the sun,head tilts sidewaysinhales what is —No more, no less She is love draped with angst.A myriad of concernsweaves through her —a pleada wisha hope Prayer is presenceto what is here, now She is an infant held in the bosom of a new mother —an eye gazea reflective pausea rock to and fro Prayer is expressionof all that bears like lead She barrels in as —a swashbuckling piratea shoulder shaking widowa mud puddle splash She makes no apology for how she arrives.She is fully herself —Take her or leave her. She is wide strokes of…

Coming Home

Welcome to my newly designed website. Exciting things are happening. Not everything is complete, but I hope you’ll take a look around to see what’s new! Poet and painter, E.E. Cummings wrote, “It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.” Crossroads in our life offer us an opportunity, a doorway. The opening asks us to lean in, to reflect upon our inner knowing and choose the direction God is calling us toward. More often than not, this direction asks us to leave something behind. We may need to put down our busyness, place aside our people…

Blinding Light

Art & Poetry Based on John 9 It’s not that seeing is easier, without pain, free from suffering. No, truthfully, when the blinders are taken off, and the light streams in, with dazzling discomfort, surprising the senses, and the blurred, meshed colors of your life come into focus as the glaring light blazes, you can rightly expect a smattering of questions to follow, provoked, probing, doubtful: Aren’t you the one who used to…? How did this change happen? Where is this God of yours anyhow? Tell me again, how did this happen? What do you have to say about God?…