…..Nevertheless My mind recalls unholy things, Times when I was cruel. My heart, with rising sorrow rings In deafening, clashing duel. (…Nevertheless, I am still with thee.) Selfishly blinded by my own needing, I struggle through each day Hardened against Thy...
From 197 Seeing all these pix of infants among friends at church and with my children’s birthdays coming up soon (40 and 38), I’m feeling sentimental about my young mothering years. A poem from that time of my life: Infant Sleeps What words can a mother...
From 1973….. Infant’s Sleeping Smile I’ve stood by your cradle and watched you Dream your silent dreams. Empty they are of a language But filled with humor, it seems. So recently from His hand you’ve come The two of you still share A private thought between you...
How I passed the time all those years I was driving around 3 states as a sales representative: 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...
A sweet memory- My Daddy would recite the opening lines of this poem to entertain us when we were children. We knew the story of these two! Bill reminded me today that I must not leave the one-eyed cat, Minnie, alone in the den with the dogs. Lately...
