You can’t do this, he said to me. (Or was it I?) You’ll never be able to do this. I tried to argue back, But the words turned over and over in my mind. It was an embarrassing failure for one such as I. Just give up. What’s the point? The proposition was tempting. You’ll lose your family over this. It seemed a logical end. You’re a failure. I believed him. Look at what you’re costing your family. They’re better off without you. You can’t do this. You’re alone. I tried to push through, Carrying on with my day and my tasks, But I ended up in the middle of the bed, Sitting and sobbing and wishing for a way […]
A TCK Mom’s Dilemma
They have two names, dear little one, These things and sounds and feelings. Which shall I teach you, little one? All that which from my native tongue Holds for me depth of meaning? Or that which, foreign though to me Communicates here easily?
Morning Light
Frozen ground beneath the stars Lonely stillness near and far Darkness over home and hearth But then the sun arose Casting rays of gold and amber Waking life e’en in December Warming, thawing all of nature In the sun. Give thanks. ————— All was war and cold and hard Darkness lay in each man’s heart Hopelessness and death our part But then the Son arose Waking man to hope and life In His love and in His light Death no more our dreadful plight. In the Son, give thanks.
On Blueberries
My boys eat blueberries like candy. I’d rather they eat blueberries than candy. We buy them in large bags, freshly frozen, and we pour them liberally, summer’s bounty in a mid-winter bowl. One child— he who likes sameness and predictability— asks for them daily. For health and possibility and love, I oblige. As I thaw another handful under the cool flow of water, I remember the prick of bushes, sweetness wafting on the air, and a steep descent. The heat, the sweat, the weight, the work— All for a small pail of goodness To be picked through and washed and savored. I am suddenly aware of our family’s wealth And our poverty. Even as I rejoice over the goodness I […]
Minimalism
Minimalism is an economy of less to make adequate space for most important things.
Little Bird
Matthew 6:25-34 Little cautious bird of brown and blue, Stealing through my yard in search of treasure, Knowest that thy Heavenly Father loves And feeds thee with all riches beyond measure?