Because to pray
is to let your soul breathe
in an atmosphere of love.
Open to inspiration
you can escape
the suffocating smallness
of your limited self.
All the invisible webs of love
that connect you with others
begin to glow.
Category: Photos
The Consolation of Beauty
Since sorrow hit my heart I’ve become more of a photographer. I hoard the consolation of beauty the way a dragon does pearls.
There is something about the ruggedness of naked branches, tangled and bare, but alluring, that speaks to me. They seem to say, “We have been stripped of everything but hope, and though we seem lifeless, sap pulses within us, and new buds will sprout again from our fingertips.”
Welcome Spring!
Time of hope and loveliness…
Eat My Heart Out
Sorrow creeps into my heart
like a crazy caterpillar
and eats everything in sight.
Then falls exhausted
into a dreamy upside down slumber,
while the delicate paper-thin chrysalis
pulses with new life—
silent transformation.
From the broken walls of my heart
emerges a vivacious hope,
bourne up on the wings
of a butterfly.
See-Through Me
Sometimes it is hard
to be around You, Lord,
because You see right through me.
The caverns of my heart
are no secret to You.
There is no hiding,
no pretending to be fine.
The layers of my defences
are shed like an onion skin,
peeled by Your deft hands.
In this raw state,
the tears come
and I weep to think
how much You love
each person
and how much
it must pain You
when they turn away
and refuse the shelter of Your wings.
humble offering
Sometimes when life is hardest
and we feel the need to draw our swords
and brandish a flaming torch
it is precisely the moment
we need to put them away
and instead wrap our hearts
in silken handkerchiefs
to cushion their fall
They may be broken
but with gentleness
perhaps they won’t shatter
With no words
to really console
your broken heart
I can only offer
mine
Cherry Blossoms By Starlight
There is something very special
about seeing cherry blossoms
by starlight
Their delicate sweetness
is made more poignant
by the surrounding darkness
The Fruit of Silence
Fruitful words are born in silence, as blossoms from a barren tree.
Sunset Blushing
How beautifully the day dies
with slow and solemn gracefulness
Each cherished moment
revealing golden glory
Day taking her time
to say her wordless goodbye
And blushing gently
as her heart melts
into the evening sky
Just East Of Crazy Land 