1 The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,he leads me beside quiet waters,3 he refreshes my soul.He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.4 Even though I walk through the darkest valley,[a]I will fear no evil, for you are with me;your rod and your staff, they comfort me. 5 You prepare a table before me in the presenceContinue reading “Psalm 23”
Category Archives: Hope
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson, one of my favorite poems that I keep hung in my room “Hope” is the thing with feathers –That perches in the soul –And sings the tune without the words –And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard –And sore must be the stormContinue reading ““Hope” is the thing with feathers”
the grace of time
How gracious to us is time, bearing new gifts each hour. Opportunities await as seasons unfold, sing no longer yesterday’s song of sorrow.
how sweet is the morning
How sweet is the morning, the dew-dropped blades of grass greet the sun, and the birds sing to those who listen.
I will wait for you, my wildflower
I will wait for you, my wildflower, I see you in the sky, Letting me know we’ll meet sometime soon, I’ll love you forever, my wildflower.
Healer of hearts, there you are
In response to a poem I wrote last July titled “Healer of hearts, where are you?“ Healer of my heart, Maker of my soul, There you are, There you always have been.
the spring of life
And so you have been in the winter of your life, my dear. Take heart, have courage, for you are in good hands. You are in the hands of the one who crafted the barren trees and snowy hills. You are in the hands of the One who promises to never leave you in theContinue reading “the spring of life”
under the California sun
Today, I blew bubbles under the Californian sun.They danced and dazzled before me, each little universe floating away. As the breeze carried them into that infinite blue abyss above. I sat down and gently peeled back the soft rind of my clementine. I dropped one of those perfectly pocketed slices onto the fresh bed ofContinue reading “under the California sun”
