Saturday, March 19, 2011


Under the perigee moon, we laugh and make tracks in the snow,
exhale the tension of this day into the care of a faithful Creator
who checks it off in his book and works it into a pattern for good
because He promised He would when we love Him.

Friday, January 14, 2011



The dotted lines rise skyward, spaced evenly
like kindergarteners on a knotted rope
taking a field trip to a southern zoo
but instead of singing a tune
we hear the occasional cry
It’s my turn to lead
wings sweep away
with mechanical whirr
no teacher in sight