Reflections

Stop and listen to the stanza of time chiming on the distant plain. Echoes of mercy mingle with terror remembered yet now forgotten. The lantern pierces through the grime that sordid utterance…

Sunrise calls to our slumbered minds what more said a thousand poems writ. An ode to the dawn countless mystics sung will a new phrase grant light to the morn? Orb of…

Given time all things made new except that which hinders, for passage gives way to arrival and time stands still. It remains to be seen if what obtained is gold or simply…

If to sojourn a life well spent the mind will race when called to stay upon the cottage stoop. A quiet simple moment to pass and trace the tear marked hidden twilight…

I looked and beheld there on the pillared rock A man familiar yet not the same For it was I that I could see upon the plain A shadow of one contentiously…

Passing through distant meadow, with shrieks and chirps and rustles of brush. Without sigh to this sweet moment the light has called. Gentle ease of thought and care passing on hidden stones.…

May it not be said that one day means more than the next, For each set will rise the same as that which foretold. From mornings first dawn when divinely light was…

The other day my youngest daughter gleefully bounced into the room where I was occupied with my morning Bible study. Coming to the side of my chair she noticed the collection of…

Every night my wife and I make a concerted point to tuck our two little girls into bed with an end of day prayer. A short moment to quiet their minds from…

Our family home is located on several acres of tree laden hills and deep ravines. Winter has set in and the quiet snow replaces the crunch of leaves along the paths that…