What Crosses My Mind

  • An Easter Sunday Prayer

    I would wish we might all love, if only for the hours of this day, turn to one another, the fear we even imagine in doing so, be put aside, for we are all wanting to show effort toward recognizing our own sense of balance in knowing there is a special bond, a reality, a…

  • The Sitting Hours

    I always looked forward to the late hours, the night flying by with dialogue and absurdities, everything we could say we believed, and more importantly, we loved, We did delight in knowing we could look in each other’s eyes, well into the twilight, all of us, whoever might have chosen the time, or simply allowed…

  • Sun Streaked Sky on Easter Morning

    We watched the sunrise on Easter morning. Crystal clear, God cast hands across the sky, lifted clouds; memory of shadowing ills,  sweet brilliance to enhance our why … When last night our energy seemed quite low we soon might now in the passing of hours resolve eternal the fears we all know. Distant the annals…