The Golden Bowl of You

The rippling rivulets’ swift flow no sooner begins than dwindles to a damp residue. The ephemeral flood enraptures its creator, my 4-year-old grandson, who refills the blue plastic pale from the pool fifty times if once, each turn then inundating the edge of the deck...

When Our Hearts Say Go, but Our Feet Say No

Reluctance radiates through the talons he uses to climb my back and perch precariously on my shoulders in order to jump into the waves between me and my son-in-law, his father. There is no real danger. His dad is an arm’s length away. Even the little boy standing on...

Finding What We Seek

The routine is simple. Wake early. Eat breakfast over scripture. (I know. I should read first, but why read hangry? So I kill 2 birds with one temporal stone.) Complete a few household chores. Stuff work clothes in backpack. Don riding gear. Walk to the garage. Grab…....

A Palm’s Plum Tattoo

I notice the splotch of reddish brown staining my palm as I reach for a towel to dry my hands. It can’t be the water; the sink old enough to have been crafted by Tubal-Cain barely blushes. I wash again, content to leave the mystery unsolved if a better scrub will...

Jesus, The Path

In the wilderness we struggle, wandering. A-sea, we drift in the deep’s mystery. In darkness, we fear and seek. A ravine’s walls hem us in. The woods threaten. Away is longing. Strangers menace. Imprisoned, we are bound, stripped of all we intended. At the center we...