Something wild inside seems to want to be set free. I think that thing is me. Her voice tonight was heard through my pen and spoken on the page. I galloped along as fast as I could ride, while listening to beautiful music played by the Avery Ensemble at the Springville Museum of Art. From… Continue reading Sunday Stirrings
Category: Poetry
Heaven Weeps, Too
Today’s mindfulness walk in the rain held a poem for me.I caught it just before it got away... HEAVEN WEEPS, TOO Pale clouds hover closedraping dark and delicate woes.Open wide, sky —Grieve your lost drops! Steady tears of rain,steady tears of pain...no more stored inside;instead, shared with Earth. Each drop like a drum,steady beating carries… Continue reading Heaven Weeps, Too
