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“Her ways are ways of pleasantness, and all her paths are peace.”
Thus the ancient preceptor described the ways of the wisdom that comes from above, the wisdom by which, he declares, the Lord himself founded the earth and established the heavens, back when the dew of the world was still fresh on the morning grass… Continue reading Wisdom’s Pleasant Path
Ev’ry feather pulls together,
ev’ry barb and ev’ry quill,
Nerves excite and muscles strain,
an orchestra of airborne will… Continue reading Taking Flight
I
asked
if I mattered
because I’m so small, and
after a while I began to recall… Continue reading Though I Am Small
Ebony eyes adorn your face,
A downy gown of feathered lace,
Colors some consider plain,… Continue reading Beauty in the Ordinary
I took a walk inside my mind,
To see what I’d find lying there.
I wondered what I’d chance to find,
While climbing up my attic stair… Continue reading Dead Air
I once met a squirrel with a harrowing tail,
Although what curtailed it, he never did say.
Some things are so painful that words tend to fail,
Or else stoic silence was simply his way… Continue reading The Tale of Half-Tail
“… The soft shadow of the love you gave
yet lingers,
cast long across the years.
Grief paints a loving portrait in relief,
with trembling fingers…” Continue reading Shadow of Your Love
Birds in snow,
Out my window,
Snowshoeing crow,
Black belly buried below,
Swims forward, leaving a white wake… Continue reading Birds in Snow
