Sweet Dreams
It’s 11PM, and I just remembered the cup of coffee in the microwave, Certainly cold by now. I should have sipped it, instead of snacking on Snickers. Regrets, climbing into bed with me, Coffee and chocolates: Sweet dreams…
Table
I’m crying over a table. Not literally sitting there. But sitting with the memories of the first piece of furniture I had sanded and finished, along with matching benches. We pinched pennies, and this table was the perfect space for our kitchen, where our young children ate breakfasts, lunches, and ice cream; worked at crafts;…
Nightfall
Daystar fades. Birdsongs still, Resting for the night. Anxiety over unaccomplished chores Somehow soften, as majestic trees show Arms reaching toward hope: After the night, Another chance.
Prayerful Timing?
I arrived at church at 8:55, knelt in prayer for thanksgiving, then sat back in my pew for some quiet time, waiting for Mass to begin. At this particular church there is a bell tower that plays the same tune as my grandmother’s clock did, reminding me of childhood days. The priest normally waits for…
Invitation
At Mass on Sunday, I sat behind parents with a young girl, probably about 4 years old. Dressed in a cute skirt, sweater and boots, she kept herself busy munching goldfish crackers in a Ziploc baggie, looking around at people, while Mass prayers began. Fr. Mike called little ones to the front of church, for…
ICE
Ice covers light snow, Hard shell, unbreakable. ICE smothers life’s glow, Harsh shells, unspeakable.
Early Bird Wisdom
It’s the second day of January. A new month, a new year. Cold air nips at anyone’s nose outside. The living room fire is so delightful! As I gaze out the window, winged life streaks by. Was that a robin?? In January?? Then, something flies by so quickly, but my trained eye notes something blue.…
Be Seated
While at Mass the other day, one of my friends, Chris, was the lector. The priest and deacon were seated, and the 3rd chair next to Fr. Mike was vacant. After he finished reading, Chris headed to a seat, behind the 3 chairs where the priest and deacon were. Fr. Mike stopped Chris, patted the…
Loving Signs
I am sometimes stopped at a traffic light alongside a bus, waiting to turn into the school campus. When I see the students by the windows, I think back to my own childhood, riding the bus early in the morning. Anticipation of the school day looms. Who knows what kind of morning the children have…
Conversing Cardinals
I’m found Between two cardinal calls, Eavesdropping, Honored to listen, Imagining the conversation, Sensing morning’s joy. I’m found.
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