faith
cemented into
place
Buddha And The Squirrel
Prayers At The Marsh
may the heron bless me with a sighting
may the mist rise and grant me clarity
may the water’s reflection give me a second chance to see
Ancient Conversation
the fleeting trillium
and steadfast granite
engaged in their spring colloquy
Verdant Faith
leaves clasped
like hands in prayer
plants in praise of spring
It Has Been And So I Believe
morning always comes
trust in that
is my nightlight
Faith In Flowers
all the ways of beauty
given
like an answered prayer
Determination
the light
always finds a way
to get through
The Way Of Faith
holding to the thought
light remains
even if obscured
Through The Darkness
the world awaited us
growing and blooming
summoning us back home
Long Winter Days
when seemingly
nothing is happening
spring’s new world is gestating
Will You Find Your Way To Being A Butterfly
living inside
nourished with parsley
tended by humans
Onward
into the misty unknown
carry your dreams
while seeking the sun
Two Birds
the expanse of the sky
was unfathomable
so they flew together
Navigation
in uncertainty
I can only steer
by faith
Resurrection
every year
spring
is born again
Still Life’s Motion
what holds
the snowflake to the leaf
but hope and faithful buoyancy
There It Was
the infinitesimal star
perhaps I didn’t see
but surely I believed
The Work Of Faith
grain in the silo
barn full of hay
devotions made each day
Meeting The Sweet By And By
a buoyancy of clouds
above the embers
of the day
Every Bloom A Manifestation Of Faith And Hope
she came indoors
with her mission to carry us
through our long winter days
Seen From Above
heaven’s clouds recognize
the tiny speck
as the church’s steeple
Into The Unknown
surrender
with complete abandon
to life’s plan
Resurrection
spring hopes rise
like mist lifting
from the morning mountain
So Often Forgotten
time carries
me through my
transgressions of faith
Cheered On
the faltering spirit
finds footing and support
in the solace of the garden
Buddha and the Dutchmen
community gathers
in the shadow
of faith
Many Ways of Faith
druid’s lent
the purple leaf
a passion to believe
Irregardless
in the sunless day
lift your head
anyway
Faith
be still
in the darkness
for the light will find you
Alighted
hope
is faith’s comrade
keeping us afloat