when i'm tired, bent or broken 
and life has taken its toll
i've found no words, or earthly thing
can ever make me whole
so i turn to the potter, creator;
the author of my soul


late winter sun
teasing and tantalizing
spine tracing fingers
warming, flirting
bringing forth memories
of springs past


NYE 2015

i admit i peeked
or at least i tried
to steal a glance
of what lay ahead

but quickly i realized
i had been a fool
to let my gaze wander
from this present view

for what is to come
and what is behind
can never compare
to the gift of this time


mother, friend, muse, wife
nurturing, listening, passionate life
cooking, loving, kissing away pain
inspiring, understanding; I'd do it all again


your cry

one sound at once
 pierces the silence
 ignites every fiber of my being
one sound that makes
 me feel both irreplaceable
 and life-giving in this world
one sound that will
 forever be etched in my heart
 always be yours
that sound is
 your cry
 my life


lost & found

I have been lost
  In shadowy leaves
      dancing across the sidewalk in the late morning sun
  In thick laughter
      rich with stories friends share around the dinner table 
  In poetic words
      drank from a page as aromatic as the dark coffee nestled in my hands

I have been found....
  In a child's tender smile
      gurgling forth unhindered  giving me hope for the future
   In the strong arms
        and the warm chest of my soul mate’s embrace
   In the everlasting truth
       of God's love and promises fulfilled
I pray that today 
   you too are lost... and found.



late night visits in the
dark of your room
we curl up against each other
skin against skin
your breath barely
breaking the silence