Archives for the month of: September, 2007

my beloved cone flowers









“if i were called upon to state in a few words the essence of everything i was trying to say, it would be something like this:
listen to your life.
see it for the fathomless mystery that it is.
in the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness:
touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.”

~frederick buechner


autumn morn

O sister Autumn
How you leave nothing to waste
The seed pods and the leaves that soften the earth
The way everything you do in dying
Makes way for a new life to come forth

O sister Autumn
You inspire in me the acceptance of endings
Of shelter, germination, and the quiet strength
Lying dormant beneath the impending snow


given your mighty push forward
one may presume you know what’s in store
but you’re just following the knowing part
that trusts in the goodness you cannot tame