Faithfully

It occurs to me, As I rest my body but allow my mind to labor, That the three words used quite carelessly in our society Have not been whispered into my ear. Gifts find their way into my hands, Time together blossoms quietly, patiently, As days go by. Laughter comes to every meeting, Inserting itself …

Toybox

I think your soul is remarkable. It's a toy box. A toy box full of all sorts of things; Dolls and books, Trucks and cars, Legos that have fallen to the bottom To settle in crevices and corners, With a dustbunny or two. A scary toy lies in the mix. Boys love scary things. And …

Snow. In March…

Here we are, March 26th. And it's snowing. I decided to stop by the river and capture something lovely on film to counter my displeasure with this cold weather, for if we want to, we can find something to be thankful for in every circumstance. Peace to you... Leah