How Day Breaks

God’s finger
a single ray of light
the touch of the divine


The master gardener
grows a burgundy trellis
and decorates with dots of dew.

In Place

An open stretch of sky, grass as soft as velvet
the wandering Connecticut River within reach;
all is well, God is near.

Rock Wall

God is here in this rock wall,
in the mind that planned it, in the hands that made it,
in the earth that holds it, in the rain that will wash it,
in the snow that will gather on it, and the sun that dries it.