
names without faces posting their thoughts and feelings miss them when they’re not the threads in a tapestry stronger when wove together
piercing the darkness
the honks of geese overhead
homeward together
waterfowl island
huddled against morning chill
waiting for sunlight
For all of you are children of the light and children of the day… Therefore, encourage one another and build one another up, as indeed you do. – 1 Thes 5:5,11
sometimes we’re flowers
sometimes we’re butterflies
always we’re children of the light
sometimes we’re listeners
sometimes we’re storytellers
always we’re children of God
like seeds our stories have taken root in each other
where ever we go – no matter how far away we fly
our stories will always go with each other
we remain in community
one with Him
who created all
peeking over my shoulder
the sun envies the warmth
radiating from the room
heart to heart talks
ripples of laughter
lapping at my soul
would that all cups
be as easy to drink
to the last drop