last light . . .
Last light of evening filters through our backyard tree branches . . . muted orange rays emanating from the waning, …
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grateful . . . and satisfied
Spring thunderstorms blow through. Darkness descends. Lightening illuminates what darkness has engulfed. Thunder rumbles. Rain falls almost imperceptibly before a …
we wait, we hope . . .
Watches of the night was a term developed in ancient cultures’ military groups. Three hour stretches beginning at 6:00 p.m., …
my dad . . .
Forty years . . . of life without my dad. A dad who was full of life, laughter, jokes, love, …
If anyone is thirsty . . .
The polar vortex is descending on our land. Frigid temperatures, snow and ice cover the midsection, expanding south and heading …
forgive or not . . ?
Forgiveness is a funny thing. Often much easier to receive than to give. Often not given because of some condition …
when pain stays . . . God is enough
Pain comes. Pain goes. Pain comes . . . sometimes pain stays. An unwelcome guest in any life, for any …
The bird . . .
Last vestiges of evening’s light are soft, yet brilliant as the parting sun leaves its mark. An orange golden glow …
not only for the rain . . .
July in Texas most often marks true beginning of summer. Little rain. Relentless sunshine giving notice that life draining high …
Not alone . . .
Out for an evening walk, the silence is profound. Cool, clear weather perfect. A soft orange glow filters over rooftops, …
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