Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Stepping away for a bit

I’ll be stepping away from here for a bit.
 I can’t deny I’m anxious 
 About what lies ahead, 
And I definitely welcome 
Any prayers you have to spare. 
But in the meantime I leave you 
With gratitude for your presence, 
And the blessing of St. Francis. 
I’ve loaded in some old posts 
To keep you company while I’m gone; 
And hope to meet with you again 
On the other side.

Ending and rebirth

Each day comes to an end, 
Bathed in beauty, 
Wrapped in darkness, 
To be born again with the sunrise; 
A promise of hope.

Monday, June 24, 2024


We could continue striving 
For what is more, better, higher; 
Stretching our resources, 
Risking a fall to obtain 
What in reality will remain elusive; 
When what we have right here, right now, 
Is real; as real as it gets.

Sunday, June 23, 2024


I’ve spent these last few days 
Watching the hummingbirds sip 
From the tall purple stalks 
That invaded this year’s garden: 
Total serendipity, and such joy! 
Sweet balm to a troubled heart 
As I anticipate the trials to come…

Saturday, June 22, 2024

Cosmic reassurance

Those moments when the universe 
Seems to be speaking confirmation — 
That everything that’s happening 
Is leading is leading us to something 
 Much more wonderful; 
A sort of cosmic reassurance of hope.

Friday, June 21, 2024


Solstice, a late sunset, 
And the world becomes a painting 
I could hang upon a wall. 
 What could I ever create 
That would be lovelier than this?

Thursday, June 20, 2024

Learning to trust

Tucked away in a lavender field, 
The fawn has learned to trust 
Its mother will return. 
We, too, must learn to trust, 
That we have not been abandoned; 
That love and mercy, so long absent, 
Will return to guide us safely home.

Wednesday, June 19, 2024

A rainbow all its own

As evening falls, the colors deepen, 
Until, by 10:00, the sky becomes 
A rainbow all its own, gently wrapping 
 The sleeping islands in the distance 
In a blanket of warm colors.

Tuesday, June 18, 2024

Let it be

Whatever these purple upstarts are,
 The goldfinches seem to love them.
 Just imagine: if I’d taken them for weeds, 
And ruthlessly removed them, 
I’d never have had the thrill of watching 
The delight of these tiny birds. 
So sometimes it’s okay 
To let nature take its course…

Monday, June 17, 2024

Even the weeds

This time of year, 
Even the weeds in my garden are beautiful. 
Feeling grateful…

Sunday, June 16, 2024


When we sound the call to prayer, 
Who will hear that resonance? 
What lives in us that awakens, listens, 
Aches to hear that bell-like tone?

Saturday, June 15, 2024


We need to remember 
We’re all on this ship together: 
Whatever our differences, 
 It’ll take each one of us 
And every unique contribution 
 To get us across the sea of life.

Friday, June 14, 2024

Simple pleasures

Simple pleasures are best:
 A single flower in the garden, 
A heart-shaped leaf with a ruby edge — 
Precious gifts to passersby; 
My own heart swells in gratitude.

Thursday, June 13, 2024

Nature, trumphant

Like dinosaurs, we wrap our roots around 
The stumps of the shorn giants of the past 
And grow to dwarf descendants 
Of the men who cut our ancestors down. 
What’s lost has served as platform 
For the gains yet to emerge: 
Nature, triumphant.

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

White birds black

The sun goes down, 
The wind picks up, 
And the seagulls dance before the clouds; 
White birds black against a kaleidoscopic sky.

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

Generosity unbounded

In gratitude to all who make the time 
To create these gentle, restorative oases 
In unexpected places: 
Generosity unbounded, 
That soothes our aching hearts.

Monday, June 10, 2024

First strawberry

Ah, the joy of seeing 
That first strawberry starting to ripen! 
June is here, with all her promises
 Of fruit yet to come.

Sunday, June 9, 2024

Broken and mended

The heart that has been broken 
Shall be mended; woven back together, 
 And in so doing shall become a gateway, 
Opening to a new — and more abundant  — life.

Saturday, June 8, 2024

Cloud enchantment

“Age cannot wither her, 
Nor custom stale her infinite variety.” 
How could anyone get bored 
When the clouds are entertaining us 
With their constantly entrancing dance?

Friday, June 7, 2024

Asking for help

Why walk alone when there are friends 
Willing to walk beside us 
As we venture into the great unknown?
Sometimes the greatest gift we can give
Is to ask for help.

Thursday, June 6, 2024

The colors of evening

Drink in the colors of evening and rejoice: 
Another day accomplished 
Or simply survived; 
Another opportunity 
 To rest and rejuvenate.

Wednesday, June 5, 2024

Subtle beauty

There’s such beauty in the subtlety 
 Of reflected glory; 
No need to be the center of attention, 
Circumscribed and bright, 
But free to take your own unique shape 
And dance in the attendant breezes…

Tuesday, June 4, 2024

Pockets of serenity

How grateful we are to nature, 
And to all those who take the time 
To shape it into these tiny pockets 
Of serenity… 
Water, greenery, flowers and sky — 
All feed our tender hungry souls.

Monday, June 3, 2024

The unexpected crossroads

Picture this (it happens to each of us) 
You’re driving along a familiar road, 
Enjoying the scenery and life in general, 
When you come to an unexpected crossroads. 
Maybe it was there all along; 
You just never noticed it before, 
But now it’s clear you’re faced with a choice, 
And this road you never thought you’d take 
Becomes a clear alternative 
 To the unpredicted roadblocks that lie ahead. 
How will you choose, 
And what will you take with you 
On this unexpected journey?

Sunday, June 2, 2024

Brief encounters

Most days I see you passing by; 
You stop, a visual acknowledgement, 
And then move on to go about your day, 
As if we were two strangers on a bus, 
Sharing a commute, but not a friendship; 
Sharing a look, a nod, but no emotion 
Save awareness that this space we share, 
However temporarily, 
Has welcomed each of us in turn, 
But we are simply passing through, 
While it was here before we came 
And will remain long after we have gone.

Saturday, June 1, 2024


The morning fog adds mystery 
To my neighbor’s barn and fence,
 Drawing me in, inviting as it teases. 
What is that, in the human psyche,
 That seeks clarity, but prefers 
To have to work for it; 
That pulls us forward into ratiocination?