STILLNESS

There’s the stillness of the river when no wind blows and the stillness of a river knowing how deep its water goes There’s the stillness of the night when the world is at rest and the stillness of dawn just before daylight breaks There’s the stillness of a hunter just before he attacks and the

DECEMBER FLOWERS

Wintry winds may blow and heavily the snow showers in threadbare petals stand tall these December flowers. Like ancient calligraphy, stripped limbs rise to the skies painting prayers; below, the earth shows December flowers. How bleak the landscape, the cold is heavy in the heart Contemplative eyes focus on December flowers. When time has stripped

RESURRECTION

The fairest flow’r of spring has sprung from the earth, where once it was entombed but by miracle had become that fallen seed’s nurturing womb. In the calm of a breaking dawn, the fairest flow’r of spring has sprung to break the curse winter had wrought on the once desolate wasteland. And all the earth

A SECOND CHANCE

  When the world tipped over and its bowels hang upside down the fail-safe was Woman, she who delivered Redemption ~~~~ DVerse Poets Poetics – Inspired by Art

ADAM AND EVE

  Surrounded by beauty, their eyes craved what they thought they were denied. Human hearts are ne’er satisfied. For them, God cried. For them, God cried. From Eden, they were cast away. What lot for hearts that went astray – to bear sorrow in all their days. For hope, they pray. For hope, they pray.

WHEN LOVE FINDS YOU

A Lesson from St. Mary Magdalene  When Love finds you grab His hands and do not let go When Love finds you empty yourself, love will renew your soul, shining with heaven’s glow, Into Calvary will follow When Love finds you. ~~~ A poem written to remember my patron saint on her feast day, July

RADIATE

For to everyone who has will more be given, and he will have an abundance. But from the one who has not, even what he has will be taken away. Mt. 25:29 Will the sun still be the sun if it stops shining? Will love be love if it remains hidden? What good is a

LEAF ON A GRAVESTONE (52 Weeks Photo Challenge)

“But lay up to yourselves treasures in heaven: where neither the rust nor moth doth consume, and where thieves do not break through, nor steal. For where thy treasure is, there is thy heart also.” ~ Mt. 6: 20-21 My hands only holds so much The rest fall through the cracks Lost to time, memory,

INTO THE LIGHT

The mercies of the Lord that we are not consumed: because his commiserations have not failed. They are new every morning, great is thy faithfulness. ~Lamentations 3: 22-23, Douay-Rheims Mornings find my hands fold in prayer of gratitude for the night that was over; of hope for the coming day uncertain in its dawning while

PILGRIM

The voice, terrible as a roaring lion sweeter than a song, sent me to the unknown life in exile is a trial by illusion – shadow is light; lie is truth; Truth means Nothing. I witness to Nothing was cast away into the desert I fled with nothing and the Voice above the din calling