Would that I were glass. Tall slender cylinder containing water. Life-giving water. I would know the touch of your hand. I would know your lips on me, Repeatedly. I would bear the honor Of pouring into you That thing that soothes your tongue, Refreshes senses, Nourishes body. If. I were a glass. Would that I …
Rosebush
The tiny apparatus beneath my tongue, The one that forms a phrase, and gives me strength to speak it, Disappeared whenever I saw him. Words - once friends, companions, Would flee. His face, so striking, It rendered me speechless. His beauty - erased every eloquent phrase From my memory. And it wasn't like he was …
I am no bird. No net ensnares me.
This may be one of my favorite quotes in the world. And it's so hard to choose just one. Being in a very authoritarian marriage, where our church preached something called "Spiritual Authority", a concept backed up by many biblical scriptures, A woman was to submit to her husband whenever there was an impasse in …
I want
For A Purpose
Thinking about the journey today. Through life. Through trials. To God. Then onward, Through life. Through trials. With God. How fortunate we are to have found him. To have bowed the knee, Surrendered the soul, And said "Yes" when He called. There are dots on the timeline of my life when I searched for him. …
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
Brought to Birth
For the second time now - I have experienced a very strong desire to sketch the human form. The first time I experienced this, I was given the opportunity to view the masculine body in repose - at rest. Beautiful in size, shape, form. Lines sculpted by the hand of God flowed from one sloping …
Love Was In The Painter
I told her that I wanted to paint him. Paint him, draw him, sketch him. I had never seen anyone so beautiful before, in my life. I had always wanted to draw; the kind of wanting that was wistful longing, the kind that you feel when you see Monet's "Woman With a Parasol" or Cot's …
