See the Butterfly

No one has ever told me that I remind them of a butterfly, bearing up in the wild winds, migrating through thick tight seasons, arriving, still, light enough to rest on the underside of a leaf. And that soft sandhill crane, that spreads its wings in order to land...

Endless Wells

In the desert of life, We long for ourselves, missing the dark watery caves we came from, We long for that water, again and again, Until finally someone comes along and shows us how to drink from our own endless wells.

A Place to Leap

When you flew You tipped the tall pines while you thought no one was watching, it was more than graceful the way you anticipated danger, moving without resistance through the storms of your life. You wait on the other side, reaching toward us, arms open as wide as the...