Every Breath Counts

The breath goes in and leaves again My soul is so aware In ways I've not felt when It was commonplace My days were commonplace I thought Moving here and going there Whenever I chose But the moments have stilled Inside alone stretching ahead Questioning my worth When time feels muffled And the question comes … Continue reading Every Breath Counts

Mercy in the Withering

  At the back edge of my daughter's yard there stands a gnarled, withered old apple tree. When I spent several days with her last week, I found myself drawn to this tree each morning.  It was the aging of the fruit scattered on the ground and the withering of the leaves that felt familiar … Continue reading Mercy in the Withering