Monthly Archives: June 2016

Into the Su(o)n

I was driving home recently. I turned a bend and started up a hill… and stopped. I’d done this so often before that you’d think I’d remember about the time of day and facing west.

It was early evening. Me, my car, my CDs… everything was bathed in golden, brilliant light. I had to stop long enough to readjust my eyes and ensure no living creatures especially humans were in front of me before continuing to drive.

I wonder how many Christians do this. We’re fighting some sin or attitude that goes against God’s Word. We turn a corner with victory and fight a little higher. All of sudden, we have one of those moments–a moment in time where Jesus is so close you can almost feel His glory. And we stop.

We want to stay in that one moment in time feeling the Risen Lord, but we cannot do that until eternity. We have to keep moving.

We just have to remember to not run over our brothers and sisters who aren’t where we are.


My Daughter Mirror-Pool

She makes the cue ball leap and dance.
The stick never quite connects.
Balls fly in every direction
And never find a pocket.
And that’s our life.

The passion of a fiesty steed
With a fiery soul
Causes her eyes and ire to flare.
Yet the connections never seem to fit.
The direction given and followed
Never seems to have a follow through.
Yet our life shines
Drawing out the best and worst.

Reflections of the past
Project on the present
And ricochet into the future.

Walking the Schoharie

Author’s Note: This piece was based on several long walks (bordering on hikes) that I’ve taken while I had my graduates on their celebratory trips.

Walking the stony grounds–
Splashing waves,
Boulders and pebbles–
Fog obscures the sun.
The flow is only half the channel.
A black cat paws through the other side
Looking for mice or crawfish.
The caw of crows is broken by the distant siren.

I am alone.
The unfamiliar terrain
Holds an empty, foreboding feeling.
The silent, siren song
Leaves no peace,
Only a troubling of the waters
With no angel
To soothe the world’s ills.



Creekside at Schoharie

A Night Away

My love,
How I wish–
Your arms were around me,
Your breath tender on my neck,
Your fingers warm on my skin.

But I open my eyes
To the cold, dark night
And I find myself–

I know you’re out there somewhere,
Sending your love on a prayer.
Someday, we’ll find our way
To a home where we belong.

A Natural Path

Wandering down ancient paths,
Creators long gone,
Reality defies the map.
Logic overruled.
Bereft of common landmarks,
The map still holds truth.
The rattling leaves replace
Ticking clocks and ringing phones
As keepers of serenity.
Time marches
With no one to keep the beat
As babbling, rambling brooks
Pass the time away.

Life Lessons from the Smithie’s Shoppe

Author’s Note: Sometimes life offers great writing fodder in unusual places. I want to thank the blacksmiths at Fort Klock for their time in demonstrations that generated this piece. Hope you all can appreciate my quirky creativity!

  1. Any tool but the right tool does too much damage.
    — If you put the wrong person in a bad situation, things will not improve. 
  2. A big hammer splatters everything.
    — If you send a person with a large personality into a situation, it might get worse. 
  3. Thirsty metal bends too much.
    — People who have unmet needs might give away too much of themselves. 
  4. Having a hot chimney channel makes breathing easier.
    — A person with the right temperament can manage a critical situation to eliminate some of the negative consequences. 
  5. Metal being bent at the wrong temperature breaks.
    — If you try to change a person before they’re ready, you might make the situation worse. 
  6. Too much bellows air blows high heat too far.
    — Talk might make tempers flare. 
  7. The more complex the bend, the more difficult it can be for ends to meet in the middle.
    — In a difficult situation with no clear winners, compromise will be a greater challenge. 
  8. Beautiful, strong pieces require time for creation and completion.
    — Sometimes, people with the most potential seem to have the greatest struggles and deepest setbacks; that doesn’t mean they’re lost or hopeless.

  9. A four-footed, faithful friend is sometimes better than a cold metal tool for releasing stress.
    — As helpful as hobbies are, sometimes dogs are still the best friends around.