Browsing Category: Journal Pages

LITTLE BLACK BOOK

            I had one for everywhere I went.  I still do.  I had it if I needed it, if I found a little time and needed, or wanted, to feel something.  Somedays I’d return to an old entry, but mostly I would add another that was new.  It was what I did when I was […]

DESERVE TO BE

I want to make a good impression, Maybe raise your day With simple words, written out, That I wish to say:   To show you that you are on one’s mind, Held in high esteem; Simply because you’re kind and nice And deserve to be. Because everyone deserves to feel special…

HOMEWORK

With Social Distancing and cancelled classes, my children were given packets of homework and projects to work on until classes resume. This morning, my daughter picked out the assignment: “write an acrostic poem with the word SPRING.” The first was a collaboration and the second, one I wrote from being part of the experience.

BEAUTIFUL MESS

            I’m putting out mineral for cattle.  I’m in a hurry and couldn’t tell you why.  I have all day.             The ground is still wet, and the Jeep slides everywhere we go.  I walk the bags of mineral to where they’re placed—the blocks of salt as well—because even the Jeep will not make it where […]

TRUE SPRING

We’re told our world is scary, But—outside—it is not so. The grass is green.  There’s blooms on trees. Spring is as it seems:   Sometimes cold, sometimes warm; Sometimes clear, sometimes storms; All aligned to God’s Design. Fear not man’s alarums For Truth, Good, and Life Anew         —like Spring— Will soon break through.   […]

BOY’S WORLD

            There is a difference in boys and girls, and it is apparent from the moment when they wake.  There is nothing quiet about my boys.  Their sounds and movement are made known the instant that they rise.  They sleep in the same room, and when one stirs, they ensure the other is not far […]

BETTER DAYS

Maybe, looking back,We will see this as a start:When we saw life wasn’t for ourselvesAnd learned to give our hearts. Maybe it’s the darknessThat conditions us for light.Perhaps the wonder of new dayLies just beyond this Night. We can leave our thoughts at fear,Freeze ourselves in place.I prefer to think all thisPrecedes our better days. […]

BEFORE AND AFTER

            The worst part is waiting.  You don’t know until it starts.  You play it all in your head before it ever comes.  Some of it happens.  Some of it does not, but you see and play the contingencies, anticipating first contact, response, and follow-on actions before they ever rise.  It fires then wears your […]