The day has nudged me with her prêt-à-porter greetings,
dried flower wish lists fit for nothing more
than the plastic, manikin smiles of little men.
Still, a molded smile sits nicer on the face
than dishonest eye-shadow hiding eyes
looking for their own freedom.
When time has pressed her hand in yours,
take the hint of friendship.
Her loyalty is straight and plumb-line true
but has a short shelf-life.
Speak, or the moment is already gone.
If we are made in God’s image and God sings, then we should be singing, too.
Revitalizing the Christian imagination through painting, poetry, music, and more
Ancient Wisdom for Modern Seekers
Writing from the In/Between
Spiritual Direction for Integrated Living
from liquid courage to sober courage
an anamcara exploring those close encounters of the liminal kind
Collaborating with the Muses to inspire, create, and illuminate
...in such kind ways...
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Blog for poet and singer-songwriter Malcolm Guite
…in the thick of things
REFLECTIONS & REVIEWS
Seeking that which is life giving.
… hope is oxygen
Rob's Lit-Bits 