It isn’t the robin who draws me He only sings for the spring Or the ruby-throated hummer I don’t miss til I see her again It’s not the starling or the jay It’s not even the song sparrow It isn’t bluebird or indigo bunting Or even the friendly junco Who perches on snow-laden boughs Graces… Continue reading It Isn’t the Robin
If I'm honest, I don't even know where to begin this blog post. Writing feels awkward to me right now, like trusting two years of high school French class twenty-five years ago to help me correctly greet someone in Paris. Jah... mapelle... what-what? Any confidence or fluency I once experienced is gone. Long-gone. And yet...… Continue reading Writing to Understand
It's hard to slow down. Life is busy and demanding. Relentlessly so. Every morn rises with the needs of life pressing hard into my mind. There was a time not long ago when my first thought each morning was of the incredible man God had brought into my life. To love and to cherish; to… Continue reading Maybe I Need to Stop
The Silence of the Great Wave I have been staring at my computer screen for almost an hour now, wondering where all my words have gone. When did I become someone who didn't write? Life has stolen my words, it seems. Or maybe the opposite is true. Maybe there are too many words pressure-cooked into… Continue reading Kanagawa
There is no shortage of words in our world today. Everywhere I turn this year, I feel bombarded by words -- some important, some flippant, some superficial, some profound, some firm with conviction (and some that perhaps shouldn't be), some redundant with talking points, and some just plain irritating. Perhaps this has always been the… Continue reading The Shortage of Words
Sarah Elizabeth Moore 