That’s her.
That is her.
Time doesn’t spoil the spirit.
It cracks the cocoon
That is her body open.
That’s her.
That is her.
The wind won’t break her wings
That have laughed
and cried for flying.
She does not shrink from rake or plow
Or the harvest that is her bounty.
She casts her net under marbled moon
Into a sea of hope and longing.
I spent Saturday in Columbus, IN, and Sunday in Nashville, IN and Bloomington, IN. For a winter weekend, the weather was marvelously warm. I’m pleased to present some pictures from this outing. Enjoy!
Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.
And now I remember.
It’s like the first breath.
Past troubled lives.
Over shards of painted idols roughly hewn
By a dumb craftsman.
I’m with you now, my God.
You waited for me.
As if I never left for wanting.
Breathe with me.
In. Out.
In. Out …
Wash it all away.
Into the quiet …
Hush. I stand before my God.
What else was I seeking?
It was fun. Then it wasn’t.
A train passes,
cries.
Sobbing new life
throbs within once quiet hills.
Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.
I decide to take a nice walk around downtown Indianapolis on Saturday. All of these pictures are from that walk. Enjoy!
Geese tread icy waters.
They don’t shiver,
But I think they’re cold.
Their little brains cannot plumb
Man’s artifice.
But neither can Man.
Rain falls.
Even these words are wet and soaking.
A fog rises and obsures the past.
The crust of past experience.
But sometimes I remember how it used to be.
Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.
I took the first image when dropping off a library book at the downtown library. The other three are pictures from the Grove Haus where I contra dance.
