Just before the light of day before the rising of the world gripped in silence, darkness, shame there the rolling dawn unfurls. She breathes the chill of night away. It fades to navy, purple, flame. There the morning song resumes, beneath the twilight of the day and waking trees and yawning streams. The meadow needn’t… Continue reading She Sings the Dawn
I don't especially like dandelions. Here in the cold, slow-to-start Upper Peninsula of Michigan, however, dandelions are one of the first signs of spring. The little weed is more prolific here than the state flower. Many well-intending folks with greener lawns than I work diligently to rid their yards of dandelions, but as a pseudo-gardener,… Continue reading How to Get Apple Pie from Weeds
Little Bird you try so hard to be everything all the time You cannot (for you are not) and so you are doomed to fail If you could be just what you are not everything to everyone You would be (for you are) Little Bird, destined to fly ©2018 Sarah Elizabeth Moore From… Continue reading Little Bird
Don't unbreak this heart of mine It's all that's left of me Don't undo the hurt and fear That helps me to believe Keep me safely in Your soil The dirt of all I've known Draw the life out from the death The pain that makes me grow Show Your face so faithfully To lift… Continue reading A Prayer for Spring
If you close your eyes And breathe in deep You can smell the coming Snow I swear Like crisp of night And Autumn leaves Impending bitter Cold Is there Waiting for A place to be A place to settle And Belong Longing more For love Unseen The frigid, gentle Joy prolong Of Gathering – Ten… Continue reading Of Gathering
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