Category: poems


Rocks and Roots


The trees of Virginia’s horse-country stand on its rolling hills undulating like the waves of a sheet being shaken out over a bed in the making. Old and gently treated by the weather full as it is of rain, mist and sunlight; trees here stand with a majesty, ancient-of-days, like...

The Eyes of God don’t see


You don’t see, do you. You can’t see what a stupid plan this is. Don't open the door. Stay in heaven. Helping people will only infuriate the power structures of the church. This year, before you do the whole swaddling clothes bit, think it through. Emmanuel is a generous offer...

bird with red


Birds are as close to angels as I can imagine a being to be. Wings wide -long and loud, with eyes sharp - brash and unyielding. I have never really connected to the Holy Spirit as a dove like the doves outside my window growing up at Dove Haven, that...