The Rise

The Rise
Keen, astute, the inked quill
Quivered yesterday
Spilling things of eighteen months
Upon an empty page
Eighteen months of melodies
Solemn notes and praise
Constant though so far we’ve sailed
Remains redeeming grace
A flowered, yellow letter-box
Filled with hopes and fears
A little, flowered, yellow house
Filled with eighteen years
Echoes of the things that were
Calling all the while
Several thousand Israelites
Moving past the Nile
Louder than [...]

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Tractors, anemones, etc.

Day one of my summer occupation: Operating on a good four hours of sleep, I spent the better part of the day ripping sod out of the earth, driving a tractor, covering myself in paint, burning to a crisp and loving every minute of it!

-my favorite toy of the day, closely followed by an amazing, [...]

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Are you Reese-olutionary?

So how many of these amazing feats have you accomplished?

I lose, scoring about eight out of ten on the Reese’s test (and that’s only if learning from a young age that daily consumption of sugar and food-coloring for breakfast stifles creativity and intellectual competence is considered ” a discovery”). It’s not the most inspirational challenge, [...]

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Mother’s Day

Oh boy… I still can’t believe I’ve found the gumption to publicize this, but here is my Proverbs 31 poem for Mother’s Day. Be merciful, I was a wee one when I wrote it…
If you searched every home
all the days of your life
every country and town
you might find such a wife
You will know right away
when [...]

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You Know You’re Moving

You know you’re a city-slicker moving to the country (what we consider to be the country) when:
1. Your parents are looking at a new lawnmower -a John Deere
2. You’re soon-to-be new neighborhood is called “Wagon Wheel”
3. No other homes can be seen from the backyard
4. Cows and corn will soon remind you less of road [...]

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Two Things I Remember

The song “Amazing Grace”, by John Newton, is probably one of the most well-known and loved among Christian hymns. Though I suppose I often sing the words without truly appreciating the amazing-ness of the grace we’ve been given, there are times when those words come back with fresh meaning. Yesterday morning was one of the [...]

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The Mountain Prospector

The Mountain Prospector
Weatherworn on luckless search
among the rocks he stays
panning mountain rivulets
as apt to do each day
The water laughs in eddy swirls
rolling ’round his knees
but steadfast on he pans the mud
sure a glimmer sees
His eyes aflame with golden dreams
he turns and shifts the soil
ever hopeful, counting not
his muddy, fruitless toil
A sparkle of a ruddy hue
caught [...]

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