Valentine's Day

Savory, sweet

honey date pancakes
are the fruit of her morning rush.

She dashes around the room

instinctively; preparing

knapsacks for the day ahead.

Dreams of a different life

have been dead for many years,

lifeless as St. Valentine himself.

They leave--bags packed and bellies full.
Devotion to her family consumes her as

she loves and is loved.

After Tricia's Lazarus

Lazarus

the tree still has berries,

little purple globes
nestled in clusters with their nightcaps of snow
alive
only sleeping

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Spring

Once vibrant hills,
now pale and lifeless.

We look on-
Weeping, Longing, 

Mourning, Loving.

Cold foliage lays rotting
in an earthy grave.

We wait for a time;

the clouds roll back as the stone
Hope is lifted with the
coming of the sun

Lazarus, arise!

Remove your burial garments

Be clothed anew.

Disaster

Selfishness
evident in deed;

leaves her defenseless as 
she drowns 
in her sobs.

Lamp Unto My Feet

Dim, golden light
disturbs darkness;

Incomplete,
adequate sight.


Psalm 119:105

Quote

Curved marks
encompass expressed thought;
hold it fastened in place.

Inspiration passes
from the page to the mind.

Vacant Home

Four walls
contain secrets
of people
departed,
yet reveal none.