this night...
at Beth's horse barn
I just chanced to look
through the space under the eaves
my eyes gazing past
the hanging icicles
drip dripping
in time to the
chew chewing
of Misty Blue
and
Celina
their
contented
sounds
hypnotic
the light from
the goat stall
glowing soft
my mind
caught in
its trance
there craddled
in a lulluby
over the arch of the evergreens
lay the sleeping Dipper
the big baby
cushioned on the tree's horizon
each star placed perfectly
as if pouring grace
from heaven's wells
sliding down the tree tops
glowing peacefully
laced around with winter glory
all the while the icicles
dripping
their slow
hushed
wetness
dripping
their nourishment
to my soul
and
to
the sleeping
earth
God's grace
enough for all
Today was a grace day
like a cat at play I had tried to catch the light
as it frolicked across the snowy fields
caught in the strands of fence
casting itself long across
the blankets of morning shadows
settling in the deep drifts
light pockets
unhidden
from this kitten's
game
come afternoon
I happened again
to lift up my eyes
this time the afternoon glow
was resting on the southwestern hill
the bare poplars
bathed in coral pinks
and mellow yellows
the Northern sky deep blue black
with a hint of a rain storm
brooding
the smell pure and
cool on the lungs
my face bathed in
the falling glory
grace full
and deep
satisfying
me
an
empty vessel
filling
on God's sweet grace
grace free
and
spilling over
must drop it
on my way
to those
who venture by
drip dripping
along my way
love craddled
in a lulluby
in the brightness of the morning ...
life
in the soft glow of the afternoon ...
healing
God's grace
pouring
down
to a
sleeping
and a thirsty
earth
wake up
O My people
lift up ye everlasting gates
and the King of Glory shall come in
and the King of Glory shall come in
You will find Him in the morning
He will be found throughout the day
the afternoon's last light will bring Him close
And the King of glory
will come in
His grace
drip dripping
down
for
all
my favourite things
