We met full sail as summer swelled and  we ran free beneath borealis skies, sun-kissed.   September's sweet caress coaxed us to sway in the starlight as summer's leaves shed their emerald hue   splattering crimson across our craft brittle and thin as our words: How’s work? How's your mom? Did you feed the dogs?   Frost snaked aft and fore across line …

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Poem for Today

I stand at the edge of day gathering vulnerabilities in the waning light, smoothing folds, tucking edges in tight, like a crisp cotton sheet over a well-worn mattress, frayed at the edges, lumpy and stained. But lie down, stretch out, and the years rise like steam tugging against the seams of this origami life.

From A Spring-Fed Well

Agape, to love without borders, unconditionally, expecting nothing in return. To love without prompt from a spring-fed well, regardless, in spite of, right through the messy midst of, saying with the heart, “There is nothing you can do to make me love you more, and nothing you can do to make me love you less.” …

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Strands Resplendent

To my children: Kyle, Sam, Sarah, Anna, and Megan Tonight, on this Thanksgiving Eve, I am thankful for each of you, my children. Thankful to be gathered one more time under this roof, sharing the good, the funny, the deep and profound, the challenging, the hard. Because it is sometimes... hard. I felt that this …

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Warrior Sisters

In the quiet of the canyon, Love slipped in on emerald wings weaving hope among the thorns, the Holy bleeding through the night like diamonds, until we said, Good Bye. Yet across the miles, hearts circled, lifting, shielding, wielding prayer and tears and grace, mercy falling across the keys of each pulsing life, toes dipped …

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Rhythm of Grace

Moments set to mouse clicks and whirring washers, pencils softly etching days into seasons, wounds into years. Pain snapped across the crisp white pages of time, whorl of words frothing toward the light, cascading heartbeats held tenderly in an endless rhythm of days, roots sinking, tendrils reaching, stretching, drinking in, the eternal rhythm of grace.