the piano song

 The pianokeys are black and white
but they sound like a million colors in your mind

- Maria Cristina Mena

Upon ivory keys his fingers stood

and the ebony reflected.

Not a sound escaped the untouched strings

which for years had been neglected.

Dust settled slow, and lights turned dim

and dim and dim and dimmer.

The sleek suspense sliced the air thin

and thin and thin and thinner.

Just when she thought all breath was gone

the air came rushing round her

with a melody sweet, though morose and low.

She allowed it to gently surround her.

Grey clouds gave way to thunder

that begged her ears to dance,

as the tune tore chords asunder

every time it had the chance.

Then slowly, sweet, it healed that soul

which since long ago lay broken

each movement made, each simple note

spoke volumes once left unspoken.

So adamant and so convinced

of such gentle pulchritude,

those keys combined till tenderness

met the sound of grace renewed.

And somewhere near, though yet unseen

her heart was being stirred

by those daring dreams of bold elegance

in the piano’s song she heard.

the stars

Lift up your eyes on high,
 and see who has created these things,
 who brings out their host by number;
 He calls them all by name,
 by the greatness of His might
 and the strength of His power;
 not one is missing.

~Isaiah 40:26

Let me show you the stars tonight

that are lighting up the sky.

I don’t know their names or places

but lets watch them shoot and fly.

Lets absorb the stillness of the night

and take in all the beauty

as we listen to the wind’s sweet song

and watch the moon fulfill her duty.

Let me show you the stars tonight –

watch, see how they shine,

some have asked the reason why

but the answer isn’t mine.

All I know is their beauty

and that their intricate design

was formed by my Creator

who’s made this sky so fine.

Let me show you the stars tonight

take some time to stand in awe

and tomorrow, remember the prettiness

of the constellations that we saw.

a precipice

“Isn't it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive--it's such an interesting world. It wouldn't be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There'd be no scope for imagination then, would there?”

–      Anne of Green Gables

{for my pretty-much-sister}

As on the precipice of adventure,

as on a mountain with a view –

about to leap into it all

yes, that’s me and you!

There is something just remarkable

about life as it is now

with all its questions and uncertainties:

the when’s, the why’s, the how?

The wonderfulness, the beauty

of each moment in every day

is grounded in sweet Providence,

in how God directs the way.

While we revel in the happiness

and hold on through hurt or sorrow

it is God who has a detailed plan

for each today and each tomorrow.

So that feeling of lost, of hanging on

to breaking cords of fear,

is crushed and conquered every time

by a contentment to hold dear.

And while the tempest that seems to be our minds

threatens that hope of peace

we know that life is not an arriving

but a pursuit that doesn’t cease.

So embrace the gifts of love He sends

and the adventure that comes our way,

greeting the day with joy in Him

and watch our lives make way.  

Hope is the thing with feathers

{Some have wondered about my fascination with birds

And all things free and flying –

This poem by Emily Dickinson pretty much explains it.}

Hope is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul,

And sings the tune without the words,

And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 


And sore must be the storm 


That could abash the little bird 


That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chilliest land, 


And on the strangest sea; 


Yet, never, in extremity, 


It asked a crumb of me.