Works Of A Wordsmith

The crucible of Christ— The flames of circumstance— Come daily shape my life Just like a holy dance. The music stirs my feet And I cannot be still. It is through the fire’s heat That His Spirit works His will. Sometimes I want to fight. I cannot understand, But I must give up my right […]

As the barely stirring breeze Moves the gently swirling leaves, I will be silent. In the chill, gray air of fall I hear children’s voices call. I will be silent. In the stillness of my soul I am willing now to hold A sweet contentment. With my hands around my knees I can close my […]

The deep white fluff of easily sculpted snow Lies on the ground with all the temptation Its unspoiled surface can throw at me “Play with me!â€? it beckons silently, persistently Like a page waiting to be written on. I stare at it blankly in uncertainty Absorbing the unblemished beauty, yet Contemplating all the possibilities— Snowmen, […]

It is true. With all the hurry I allow myself to worry When I really should just leave it in God’s hands. But I am so used to fretting Even though I am not letting God take care of things the way I know He can. He’s still faithful in my weakness As He teaches […]

My creative side’s been squelched again Soooo frustrating Seems like every time I turn around, Something’s come up, Something’s happened, Feels like a conspiracy sometimes… My head keeps spinning with the pace of life: No time to be still, No time to play my flute, No time to write, No time to “beâ€?, Always something […]