‘I’ve placed you here like the trees, your boundaries made to expand as new spring growth, while your roots sink down deep as great weights into the ground. There is still so much you can do, by standing still. If all that comes within the periphery of your vision are the birds making song, then … More A Poem: This Place

No day is lost without words to tie it together like strung beads. The day, whether wondrous or plain is never devoid of something. When words weave each impression, each singular blessing, and brief, or deep-felt feeling, into speech. There is a word for everything. Whether spoken aloud or shared in silence with the heart, … More A Poem: No Day is Lost