by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Apr 4, 2023 | Easter
From 8 years ago: When our faith stands at the grave,grieving for a stone that’s rolled away, forgive us. When our faith is short of understanding though the truth is there to see, forgive us. When our faith, beset by doubt, sees no further than an empty tomb...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Feb 19, 2023 | poetry
I love the imagery of trees, green, spring things …How wonderful is imagination that we can carry such things in our mind’s eye even when they cannot be seen with the eyes!
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Jul 9, 2022 | grief
So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | Uncategorized
Stages Time is moving onward toward some future I can’t see Faster every passing year, or so it seems to me. Hardly a season passes I don’t wonder where it went All the days now lost to me, unremembered how they’re spent. Yet I find no sadness in this fact, That time...
by Cathy Boyd Byrd | Mar 31, 2022 | nature, poetry
Surveying Property in Alabama Acres of yellow wild flowers carpet a field Soft and fragrant beneath the hooves of grazing cattle. A half mile further west, another is clothed in white. A pond mirrors the blue of the April sky As a single white cloud admires its own...
