My joy isn’t dead, no matter how I feel. Even though everything on my plate is seasoned with pain, Jesus lives! Though the boot-heal of oppression bears down in an attempt to grind me into dust, my hope is un-crushable. Even when my happiness shatters and all those I love move beyond my embrace, love … More The Source of Genuine, Indestructible Joy
I stand in the middle of a cold barren high desert. Winds of winter howling… Alone it seems, as I straining hear the silence exert, Power Divine! I’m cowling… In the Presence of this Holy sound my ideas dessert! All dreams flee with yowling! Whimper, return to netherworld; must die or convert! Ultimate Truth is … More Barren Cold Reckoning
On the day Carol became an old woman, she shed several tears. Standing in the threshold of the last days of her life filled her with certain uncertainty. Though life is tenuous at any age, when old age comes everyone knows what comes next and there is no way to dodge death. This dreadful day came … More On the Day She Became an Old Woman
There is nothing more lovely than a Sonoran winter rain. Pouring silver; large drops weighted by the ice of the winter world that surrounds The Valley of the Sun. The ice that melts into rain before it hits the warm desert floor, as snow buries the surrounding mountain rim. The dry soil welcomes the steady … More Joy in a Sonoran Rain
Brrrr! Baby it is cold outside! The beauty of the snow-capped Rocky Mountains has a down side. How blessed this old bird is to fly south! I am trading these ice-bound mountains and bare grey branches in for the rainbow landscape with low mountains covered in green velvet found only in Arizona. I’m leaving snow … More Joyfully, I Fly Away!
I am so grateful that the sun still shines in winter. Thankful for these warming rays brightly streaming, Through my window, mercifully sent by my dear Father! Warmth to comfort my body, lift my spirit; to liven my soul; Lifting all thoughts to joy, allowing them to float on the waters, Of sickness and sorrow; … More Sunshine on a Winter Day
When loss and sorrow knock on the door, there is no denying grief or the process of mourning. However, it is natural to recoil from the pain and very human to attempt to flee. Grief is as hot and dry as June in the desert, during a long drought. The body, heart, and soul shrivel with thirst … More From Mourning to Joy
Ice-laden wind howls on this colorless December day; Thickening clouds, chasing warmth and light far away; Clouds weighted with dread; dense, dark, lifeless gray; This old woman’s dreams drift backward to yesterday, When winter didn’t make her old bones ache ‘till May; Snow-storms once a welcomed challenge, time to play! In sparkling drifts; all bare … More Warming Joy on a Cold December Day
Silence roars within the souls of the lost and lone! Deafening white noise eradicates rational thought; Obliterates imagination; Rosy ideals end in a moan! Wealth, worldly greatness, nothing can be bought, To satisfy the empty, stark realization of soul alone; No solace from mankind, nothing mankind taught, Prepares the lost soul for standing naked to … More Joy for the Lost and Lone!
Inflated thoughts and lost dreams; absorbed in the vacuum; In the midnight of isolation, sanity dangles by a silken thread; Am I upside down, or right-side up, or maybe laying side-ways? No one cares about those dying, those living on borrowed bread; Boxed in neglect; Dying slow, in the little bits of day’s-fading-days. Melancholy tarnishes the gold; not discussed … More Joy in a Melancholy Shroud