Reflections on Life

BEGINNINGS

How mystery-simple

to produce

(if not to tend)

a Man.

Then

One moment

for variegated dreams

to start what they

began:

That moment

not first breath or cry

but touch (or lack)

of love-warm vision

to beginning span.


THE BUTTERFLY

As you turned

From the place of blessing

You were as a chrysalis

Unwrapped;

Momentarily static

But radiantly new:

Your wings still folded,

Colors yet to be revealed -

Poised

Toward

Coming momentum

But stunned

By freshness of view.


I grew up in the middle of New York, NY beginning at the very end of World War II: an artificial city life sprinkled with summers elsewhere. I met Jim Morrisson (my husband of 63 years) when he was a law student and we sang in the same choir. (Back then, we loved the music but we didn't know God yet.)


We venture forth every day into the hours that are given, to taste the Life all around us and see God's Fingerprints everywhere. Such is the basis of this poetry that we share here. Hope is a blessing available to all of us on this side of the sod. May some of these poems bless you too.