happy birthday Katie Bird...
love,
ma & pa
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Friday, September 4, 2009
a holy place
my husband's church has walls made of wind and sky and aira holy place found in a field of wheat rippling in the evening breeze
while the sun set lays every hue of deep yellow and red golds
across the hills like stained glass
where the meadowlark darting from
the waving grasses, sinks into the cool water
of the ditch to drink,
then flutters to the fence post
where she sings hymns of praise with the owl
and hawk circling high overhead.
deer raise their heads from foraging
the cut wheat fields
and we are witness
to the clouds in the east,
the moon hanging luminous overhead...
and in the cool dampness, a field of fragrant mint
tumbling and soothing to the eye and the heart.
I see his shoulders broad and strong, relax now
and his head raise up
to the sky.
here is where he goes to give thanks,
to be immersed in reverie
with this beautiful place
and meet once again with his wise old friend.
where the meadowlark darting from
the waving grasses, sinks into the cool water
of the ditch to drink,
then flutters to the fence post
where she sings hymns of praise with the owl
and hawk circling high overhead.
deer raise their heads from foraging
the cut wheat fields
and we are witness
to the clouds in the east,
the moon hanging luminous overhead...
and in the cool dampness, a field of fragrant mint
tumbling and soothing to the eye and the heart.
I see his shoulders broad and strong, relax now
and his head raise up
to the sky.
here is where he goes to give thanks,
to be immersed in reverie
with this beautiful place
and meet once again with his wise old friend.
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