It’s National Poetry Writing Month, and I’m missing the gentle push (okay, “shove”) from my friend Carol this year at the HCC Writers Guild. She’s so busy juggling life right now, she doesn’t have time for poetry. That makes me sad. 😦

NaPoWriMo is about writing a poem every day for 30 days, but normally I can only do about one a week. This year it’s turned into just 1, period.

I don’t really know why that is, because I find it enjoyable to write. My first step is always to find a new form of poetry to try. This year I toyed with several types of haiku before settling on a TRIOLET instead, because I couldn’t eliminate enough syllables.

I was inspired by the great horde of dandelions I pass every day on my way to work.



“Perhaps beauty has an effect on us because it hints at this beauty of God, manifestations that come not intangibly but, like Jesus Christ, within time and community, and thus a beauty that transforms, a beauty that is able to embrace life as well as death.

“Whether a fleeting glimpse in the subway or a quiet act of kindness, whether something that stirred a community or stood up to a culture, each of these dim glimpses suggests not an escape from reality but a calling further into it, such that when we see the face of God we shall know that we have always known it.”

Jill Carattini (from RZIM Slice of Infinity,


“I don’t know if I have my own dream, but I do know that I can help others fulfill theirs.”

– The Ultimate Gift

Fully Known and Truly Loved

“To be loved but not known is comforting but superficial. To be known and not loved is our greatest fear. But to be fully known and truly loved is, well, a lot like being loved by God. It is what we need more than anything. It liberates us from pretense, humbles us out of our self-righteousness, and fortifies us for any difficulty life can throw at us.”



Haiku 116

haiku116My heart hurts for friends who are living with Alzheimers. I am also overwhelmed at the depth of love it shows in a caregiver. Recently, this video ( came to my attention which lets people “walk in their shoes.” What struck me is that there must be great loneliness in the midst of it all.

For our local writers guild, we were challenged to bring something Valentiney to this month’s meeting. Will Shakespeare provided the real meat of my offering; I just asked a Haiku question about his timeless sonnet…

Did Shakespeare see this

God-love poured out ev’ry day

On your lonely heart?

To you, dear friends with Alzheimers, we see you. We celebrate you. We pray for God’s grace to sustain you and your loved ones. Caregivers, we honor you.

Lifted Hands

Summer drought

The flowers droop

Praying mantis atop the purple bud

Lifts grateful hands to heaven

As a shower falls

Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I cry…

…when I read the simple yet profound words of children.


…seeing dear friends again after a long absence; watching friends move away to pursue the call of God on their lives.

…hearing people who know God intimately pray.

…at glimpses of intimacy.

…hearing my nephew’s worship:

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