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May you be well

Sunday morning poetry. Church: words spoken to me, shared lovingly with you.
My second chance to shape my faith every Sunday for a year.


Proverbs 20:6 Many will say they are loyal friends, but who can find one who is truly reliable?


Proverbs 27:9 The heartfelt counsel of a friend is as sweet as perfume and incense.

Forget-me-not beloved
the nature of your soul
when I am down I treasure you
your captivating charm

Posted in Poetry

wanting out

Indiana Spring
the evening sky cools the air
the mornings chilly

A few minutes ago I went through the sun room door to let Louie, our Maltese fur ball out. Walking in my garden, when I listen, creation stirs. I tell myself, when the words pop, plop them down.

took my dog outside
sun come warm the dewy grass
now our feet are wet

Morning is a great time to harvest herbs. The sun has yet to warm keeping the oil’s flavor strong. The Italian flat-leaved parsley, a biannual and sage, a perennial, grew¬† leaves yesterday. What’s for dinner tonight?

stomach growls seeking dinner
kitchen comes alive

pots and pans clanging
boiling water steam rises
noodles cook quickly

inviting plates set
guests arrive the hum is loud
life’s conversation