love – Page 9 – Generous Wisdom

Soft Ground

It’s delicate,
the egg and womb,
the egg and nest,
the egg and the world.

I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground,
a long thought, winding through broken light,
sweeping over blue sky,
living in God’s big love.

Arcing Horizon

When we drive
our repetitive routes through town,
my littlest shares her thoughts,

“When I see far-away
I think of Grandma
and is that Grandma’s house…?”

I look over the pavement,
the fields, to the conifer-covered hills
and think, I am on a hill far away, too.

Shifting Focus

The iced trees still reach skyward,
their sheathed branches waiting,
the crystal water sparkling like
a million earth-bound stars,
so many miniature spheres of fire
yet nothing melts.

The thing that covers us in grief,
ashen and blank,
covers us golden.