Monday, January 4, 2021

candlelight

I turn meat in a pan

and watch the sides brown.

I light a candle

and sit down.


I observe my abode

and think tender thoughts, 

wooden spoons, welcome homes,

winter boots, metal pots.


I cut up some carrots

and make up the bed,

set the table for two,

picture you in my head.


Calm, content

to watch and wait,

to feel the warm glow

of candlelight.


Thursday, October 29, 2020

an ode to my first seventh grade class

Last year, on the back of a test, I had my seventh graders write down what animal they were most like and why. Some of their answers (below) were rather poetic and inspired the following ode I mostly wrote last year, but just finished now.


Elsie is a quiet dragon

aching to explode.

A poet in the corner

striking fear into her foes.


Ariela is a trusty horse,

a steady, loyal friend.

Lydia- a soaring hawk,

it's shoulder painted red.


Nathan is an eagle,

flying wild with energy.

Sean, a sleepy, sassy sloth

hanging in a crecopia tree.


Sarah is a cashmere lop

with silky, white-blonde hair.

She lives inside a music box

and dances on the air.


Nora is a wild horse,

a beauty running free-

but never straying far from home,

loyal in liberty.


The first Luke's a quick-witted wolf,

creatively leading his pack.

He howls along to a distant song-

ideas echo back.


The second Luke's an eagle-

to spot him in the sky is rare.

Smart and well-protected,

he flies fearless through the air.


Wendy is a koala,

sleeping soundly in a faraway tree.

Lexi- a six-foot teddy bear

stuffed full with personality.


Noah is a tiger,

kind yet tough and down-to-earth.

Mercedes- a sweet baby alicorn,

full of mystery and mischief.


Jackson is a falcon,

with an eye for detail and beauty.

Declan is a monkey,

swinging sincere from tree to tree.


Portia is a monkey too,

but quite a different kind.

Something's hidden, something dark

is tangled in the vines.


I end with another lonely dragon

wandering through the school.

Ariel, red and filled with fire,

deep in her cave of shining jewels.


The original responses

W: I would be a koala, because they get to sleep up to 20 hours a day.

E: I would choose a dragon so my enemies would run away.

L: Wolf/African wild dog, because family and friends are my strengths and weakness, I swim well and like it, I am quick (witted and walking), man’s best friend, and loyal to friends.

N:  Animal- tiger. Why- fierce and fab, strong, tough.

A: I would be a horse because I feel I am steady and loyal.

N: I would be a wild horse because they are so free and can run very fast and they are very pretty.

S: A cashmere lop (rabbit) because they are very fast and insanely fluffy.

L: A red-shouldered hawk so I could fly.

M: A baby alicorn because I am often very sleepy, like to play, and I am pretty good at getting in trouble.

L: An eagle. First of all because I could fly (duh) and second of all eagles are a protected species so I wouldn’t have to worry about being hunted.

A: I would either be a dragon or a dog because I am a hoarder of stuff and because I am a follower.

L: A six foot tall stuffed bear.

D: A monkey because I’m funny and sometimes annoying.

P: I would be a monkey because they are crazy and put on masks like me.

J: I would be a peregrine falcon because they are super fast. I would also be a mockingbird so I could mock Sean.

S: I would be a sloth because I would get to live in trees and sleep a lot.

N: I want to be eagle because I really want to fly and eagle has great skills for hunting.

blending

The sun kissed my face and my shoulders with light, 

leaving cookie dough spots on my skin, ice cream white.

The wind tossed my hair, like the sea, into waves

leaving stormy swirls only a sailor could brave.

The sky filled my eyes with a curious blue,

leaving calm pools of color for you to walk through.


So step into me slowly, swim into the sea.

Hold my face, like the sun, in your hands tenderly.

Then sweeter and bolder, both splashing and still,

we'll find beauty in the colors, the blending of wills.


Monday, June 8, 2020

foundation

Profuse are the kisses of an enemy,
but faithful are the wounds of a friend.
If you love me, speak to me plainly.
Tell me what's truly on your mind.

Though it may cause some present pain,
the outcome is my trust.
I rest secure in your embrace
when I know your love is honest-

that it can see my many faults,
but doesn't find me ugly.
Your faithful wounds help me to heal-
to make lovelier what's already lovely.


"Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. Do not be slothful in zeal, be fervent in spirit, serve the Lord. Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer. Contribute to the needs of the saints and seek to show hospitality." Romans 12:9-13


night shift

Goodnight, my love,
my rising moon.
I wish I did not have
to leave you so soon.

While I sink into sleep,
you greet each of the stars,
You emerge from the east,
and then follow your course.

I long to fly with you,
but live in the light.
So shine on me brightly,
that together we might

listen to the sounds
and savor the sights,
awake and alive,
of these still summer nights.

A chorus of crickets,
a katydid call,
a flick'ring of fireflies,
the song of an owl.

The twinkle of airplanes
interrupting the stars,
the gleam of great planets
like Saturn or Mars.

But the best sight of all
is my moonrise above,
each detail reflecting
the Sun's light and love.

As we wander through darkness,
walking hand in hand,
may our love look like Jesus-
a light in this land.


Sunday, May 17, 2020

immortal, invisible, God only wise

A new flute choir arrangement, inspired by Reba Snyder's piano arrangement of the hymn!



Immortal, invisible, God only wise,
in light inaccessible hid from our eyes,
most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days,
almighty, victorious, thy great name we praise.

Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light,
nor wanting, nor wasting, thou rulest in might;
thy justice like mountains high soaring above
thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love.

Great Father of glory, pure Father of light,
thine angels adore thee, all veiling their sight;
all praise we would render; O help us to see
'tis only the splendor of light hideth thee!


Saturday, May 2, 2020

overwhelmed

at first,
i think the rain is fun.
i splash in puddles
and fondly think of the sun.

but soon
i'm in up to my knees.
the rain is pouring,
rising rapidly.

the panic follows,
climbs up to my throat.
desperately i search
for some way out.

the old thought returns-
a knife to my skin.
everything stops,
would it be a sin?

i think it over
underwater.
numb and blue,
maybe i could breathe here.

in my mind, i make a cut
with perfect focus.
dark red droplets form
like tiny roses

along a stem
that will someday turn to scar.
now everything moves slowly,
fear is far-

in some other world
above the water.
why should i go back?
my mind cuts deeper.

it is not pursuit of pain
but of relief-
a calm that comes
from releasing pent-up grief.

but something else pulls,
relentless, at my heart.
it whispers stop,
that's not who you are
anymore.

i swim to the surface
and breathe in fresh air.
i know i'm not hopeless,
i know that you're there.

i put the knife back
where it belongs in the cupboard,
i shake off my numbness
and open my heart to the real world.

i dance in the rain
because i know that you will dance with me.
the song is forever,
so why, tell me why
should i worry?

i look at my leg,
six-year-old scars turning white.
they lost their power over me
when i brought them
into the light.