Author: Maria
Beyond Words
Beyond Words Each morning, I write and write my way to the edge, then let go and soar. This is where I find You- beyond words. My spirit renewed, I experience You in all creation, recognize You in eve... Read More
Granddaughter
Granddaughter We are walking together across the blazing blacktop. Sweat blossoms on my lip and brow. She is talking, talking, talking. Her hand, as if it knows its own language, the language of trust... Read More
Late Afternoon
Late Afternoon There are plenty of days that I let this moment pass, just keep working, ignore the slant afternoon sun’s beckoning call. Come, it says. Rest. Linger for a while. You have worked hard... Read More
How I Want To Remember Us
How I Want To Remember Us We were all there, the whole family, sitting on a blanket together. Waiting. An entire history of events had brought us to that moment, including tragedy and grief that I was... Read More
Nourished So
Nourished So “In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.” -Albert Camus A gentle rain greets me this morning and from the greenness of my home, all the world seems... Read More
This is not a poem.
I don’t have a poem this morning. All week long, I have been writing, waiting for inspiration, an idea that I can hone and soar with. Usually, if I am open, it comes. But this week, there ha... Read More
In Silence
In Silence I grew up in a noisy and chaotic household, full to overflowing with the wildness of children. A moment of silence was so rare that, like a vacuum, it made my ears ring. I loved it anyway. ... Read More