the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
the crowd gathers in,
eager, excited, waiting
for the arrival
of the champion.
today the warmth returned
and the blond-haired boys were
running wild through beds
of brittle hydrangea
and barren rose canes
when the littlest
still unsteady on his feet
caught his teddybear bib on a thorn
we’ve had a cold snap again
frost nipping the eager blooms
of the japanese magnolias
and kissing the bricks
that weight the blanket
stretched over the half-moon bed
of drowsing flowers
This year my half birthday falls on Good Friday; I will be halfway through my 33rd year. I’ve thought a lot about Jesus over these past six months, wondering what human life was like for Him, wondering whether He started counting down the days to the cross, knowing full well what was coming.
Read Moreyesterday morning the newly-fallen flakes
lay large and lacy atop the earlier shroud of snow
what once was whole has now been riven
and the guilty soul bows to be shriven
her hand lifts the jar
the alabaster shatters
fragrance fills the air
what did the colt feel
when You first rubbed his nose
could we be free
of tragedy
or does life end only in sorrow?
will we last the night?
there’s never any promise
that morning will dawn