THE PRICE WE PAY     Anger and love broken shells parts scattered on life’s shoreline and deep waters hidden in clouds rolled out of storms under still waters suspended out of reach praying for balance understanding alone sometimes touching but not really touching the violence of gravity the weight of words unspoken destiny the … More THE PRICE WE PAY


Graveside flowers bless the unholy standing by looking down curious about the passage through the path yet taken by the living the name now on stone to live longer than the soul beneath the trees nearby watching over changing seasons absent of sympathy for this and others and memories of names on cards and voices … More LAST TIME


She considered herself a life shadow, embracing long solitary moments; eyes open to darkness. Life had become a plausible intruder as she slept away painful images and the jest of youth. She was now an unstable passenger a fleshy veneer no longer frightened of the past. She suspected the end, though assured by faith, she … More CROSSING OVER


It’s a bush of memories. Shadows of faces unable to speak. Lost in a moment, like a mist catching voices and thoughts drifting in a direction of silence.   Angels gather.   We feel the pain gathered by images. Others swell in tides of grief we fail to completely understand.   We pray.   From … More LAS VEGAS


We are names and places, forged within the stages of history.  Sadness and blessings merge spirit and soul to begin again, to fight on or forgive.   George Bennard, felt the roughened timbers of the, “Old Rugged Cross.”   Carl Boberg, lifted the hands of millions with, “How Great Thou Art.”   Sabine Gould, marched … More NAMES OF GOLD


The vestibule reacted with a swirling of music; hands clapping, people opening with generosity of song.  The stone floor echoed like a thousand flat stones skipping on smooth waters.  Leaded colored glass spread its glow across filled pews. Words of faith warmed the room. Emotions resembled a layer of deep water, solid and without interruption. … More TOGETHER


Whispers become twisted words within the shadows of curtains; the uncertainty of thoughts.   Fields are full of stonewalls. Like good works stacked unevenly; boasting and chest thumping.   Each day confirms the grace we have received to welcome the certainty of who we are.


  …And at that moment, that final moment, I’ll consciously grieve for those suffering with tears and long memories.   …And words of praise will be released from loving hearts that will casually drift into the laps of angels.   …And when finally called to his side in thankful praise my lips will speak of … More THAT FINAL MOMENT


Fortitude builds virtue against the recklessness of the day, as the walls before us wait for our first move. Beyond the obstacles there’s  a voice of reason, a manifest to renew, another chance to begin. Stand fast, hold to the surety of your heart with your family on higher ground. The war drums sit close, … More WARFARE


Were under the burden of interpretation, the active vibrations of great intent, prodding us to reach beyond borders into a new season where treasures open the door to comfort. The space of time transcends our thoughts.  We wonder, as always, the plan; the place we belong in the hours of our day. A few of … More TIME AND SPACE