I am a sock.
I rove all the earth on somebody’s foot,
Yet of the world I have no view.
I see all the scenery inside the home
But when it comes time for the restless foot to roam,
My gaze is blocked off by the shoe!...
I am a pencil.
Across a white paper field I plant.
Weaving up and down. Sowing words and ideas.
My work could last for a hundred years; calling out through the ages.
Or in the swoosh of an eraser disappear, leaving blank white pages....
Peace is surrendering all expectations.
Peace is the bliss of listening to creation sing.
Peace is the stillness after an impassioned prayer.
Peace is basking in the love of close friends.
Peace is resting is God’s grace and strength....
Kneading warm, wet sand through my fingers.
The overwhelming natural aroma of long grass,
Cool sticky taste of watermelon,
Clinking ice in a glass,
Staring at the smiling blue sky,
I laugh with the pure joy of summer!...
Staring at me with uncertain eyes, I see a teenage girl. Dark eyebrows slightly rise when her eager interest is roused. The upward twitch of her brows creates a small crease in the extensive forehead above. Her small pink mouth is not usually open apart from giving a ready smile, displaying her shor...