Skylight died, ember-light fading under violet cloud cast in west; shadow-shades of lighter violets in the east without contrast of the last of flame. Light faded. Night songs began sonorous and raising from the woods and waters: frogs in the shallows, cicadas in trees, early crickets in the fields. In tent […]
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SUNDAY RIDE
He rides the cemetery lanes. I can’t keep up. I walk the center ways doing best to keep sight. I’m loose him over faint counter lines of land’s lay, tree and headstone obscurations, and the fall off of hill that he pedals fast down to catch speed, gleeful when returned to view on flat and […]
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LIFE WORTH LIVING
I watch my son riding his bike on the gravel road before our home. He tried a trick, wipes out, jumps mid-air and catches himself—still standing with a “WHOAH!” He picks up the bike, climbs back on, and rides on. A car comes down the way. I stand […]
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LIVING SMALL
There is a difference between humility and living small. Humble, we acknowledge all we have is by gift and grace of God. Knowing, we put little pride or guard in or admissions and our givings. All is gift. All is grace. The gifts in us are not ours. They are God’s, and knowing, we submit in will to […]