Only So Much Time
Black silhouettes of trees against dark night beauty, tidal rip of moon and sea. I lay down the weights of lives never lived, hurts given, hurts received. With only so much time, life doesn’t linger on what might have been— only your face in silver moonlight, and the quiet prayers to carry on. […]
Beneath the Scrim
I draw breath between swells, the rise and fall of the city sea in the rhythm of a metronome. Rivers of traffic, roar of trucks, moments of quiet between beats— the iron symphony of the machine. Garden buddhas, soft spring rain, crows atop green-leafed trees. Earth alive and undefeated, pushing through the city’s crust. Inviting […]
Sea Island Brooding
Pale grasses yellow, wind-cured after months of rain. Waves lash the headland beneath gunmetal clouds. Sea birds flash white in sharp blades of sunlight; distant islands brood in deep loden green. The sea’s steady breathing slips through my coat into hollows of bone. Quietly I take hold of the long lonely sorrow— the heart of […]
Dark Water Fishing
Light breaks on the sea as men fish the ebb. Boats drift backward on the tide’s pull while I hunt darker water, baiting my hook with thankfulness— that silence might feed me. Reading of “Dark Water Fishing” with music by Colter Wall
First Altar
Drawn by a timeless signal, I’m caught in a tide of soul-deep gravity. I leave the stone church for the temple of origin— surrendering prayer to silent knowing. Delicate as moth, sturdy as rock, I make my way to love’s first altar. Reading of “First Altar”
Ancient Stories
Snow-laden mountains across the ebbing tide— a swollen moon floats in the sky. Soft purple camas wave and rise through spring grass, warm sunlight bathes the point. Faces in the stone shore, their ancient stories hushed, cool their feet in the sea. I set my worn book aside, feeling a few sprigs of joy take […]
Learning to Breathe
The dark tide surges shoreward, cresting white on crags of stone in night’s cold embrace. Stirred by the sea, my heart swells with the throbbing pulse— an ancient song of belonging. We never left the sea. How could we? We only learned to breathe on these green islands and rose to share Her beauty. […]
Morning Draught
From the deep earth well sunk in the bedrock of origin, I draw my morning draught, rich with the minerals of tree root and starlight. My tongue savors the taste of metal and sweetgrass, binding me fast to the brotherhood of crows who ferry the tang of iron across a widening sea to ancient volcanoes […]
Quiet Prayer
Clouded as gray skies, my thoughts held captive by the city’s grind of noise and glaring light, I turn to the inner chapel, hymnals worn from ancient singing, and find my place of quiet prayer in the silence of forgotten saints. Reading of “Quiet Prayer” with music by Enya. […]
Starlit Home
As if we understood, the stars sing their ancient melody, while the moon keeps her soft vigil, faithful in love. Our desires gently laid aside, the night unveils her jewels, and we abide in the peace of a starlit Jerusalem. Reading of “Starlit Home” with music by Paul & Linda McCartney. […]
Risen from Root
Easter 2026 The days lengthen with morning light, as plum tree flowers, risen from root beneath the city street, assure the faithful life will not surrender. Reading of “Risen from Root” with music by Maryliz Smith.
Talisman
In the rolling hills rising from the Snake, a ranch nestles far from the road, a green hush folded in the land, grazing cattle in late winter sun, burned into memory like a talisman, a totem of earth, of home. Reading of “Talisman” with music by the Lonesome River Band. […]
Night Sky Message
“As light travels, and silence heals, the hand of God brightens the night sky,” a message written in code, lit with one spark of distant light, a message just for you. Reading of “Night Sky Message” with music by Enya.
Between Worlds
Sitting in darkness, I live between worlds of day and night, opening passages in the earth house, as I quietly render the awakened and holy with the force of a poem. Reading of “Between Worlds” with music by Enya.
Keeping Watch
Moon lover, devotee of the stars, I keep watch on the winter sky, welcoming darkness where light burns brightest, and stars sing to the children of Earth— “don’t lose faith, we travel through heaven.” Reading of “Keeping Watch” with music by Louis Armstrong.