3

Whisper 


There’s a whisper of sadness in the crisp November air;

solemn raindrops adorn the bare tree branches 

like bejewelled tears.

The sun peaks out and smiles wanly

at the confused pink flowers 

which have emerged so late in the day…

How soon will the cold kill them,

turning their girlish blush into brown rot?

Memories creep closer like Christmas.

Loss hangs at the back of my throat—

waiting to pounce!

2

The Unseen Guest

How easy it is
to live on the busy surface of things
mind scattered and forgetful
of the heart’s guest 
glowing within 

Let me be silent enough
to hear the comforting crackles 
of the inner fire

Open my eyes to see
Your light flooding out
from my soul
as from a lantern 
in a dark forest 

You are with me
in each step
each movement infused with You 
each work I do in harmony with You
a work of God 
walking with me
lighting my path

I carry my heart up to You
as I carry the laundry up the stairs
bearing this mortal weight
on its journey to Heaven

How humble You are, Lord
choosing to dwell among us
filling our souls with Your fire
never leaving us alone
if only we can remember
to silently seek You and discover anew
that we are ever encompassed by Your love