by Deb Farris | Dec 22, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Nature, Uncategorized
Joy, how do we meet with you? How are you made manifest In the fury? Where do you begin and, tell me, Will you ever end? Are you like the broken iceberg Weighted by the storm, loosened From the shore, now set afloat and free? Or are you like the waves that make...
by Deb Farris | Dec 21, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
O that we would have eyes to see the beauty within each other’s eyes and know the longing within each other’s sighs. O that we would have eyes to see the One who has no form within each other, until what is a mystery or lacking meaning, with new eyes would see and...
by Deb Farris | Dec 20, 2022 | Advent, Devotions
In the night, when ego has fled, self sinks into bed and soul rises to its Keeper. Motives awakened, He traces His fingers across dreams, morning separating night, joints from marrow, soul from spirit. Is it strange that He gives talents and abilities then uses...
by Deb Farris | Dec 17, 2022 | Advent, Musings
It was eleven degrees outside and still dark. We were drinking coffee. “Did you really write that? A wee Babe’s face? Todd asked after I read him my poem. “I did. You don’t like it?” “Wee?” “What?” “We don’t talk that way,” he said attempting a Scottish accent. “A...
by Deb Farris | Dec 15, 2022 | Faith, Haiku, Musings
I turn the handle On the faucet, icy cold Water pours into The sink, and then I Notice the ladybug. In Seconds it’s pummeled, Wings spread wide as it Tries to fly. Imagine that Tiny bug staying Afloat. It circles One way and then the other Almost losing the Battle....
by Deb Farris | Dec 13, 2022 | Family, Musings, Writing
A letter I have been waiting for came in the mail today. I waited to open it ‘til Todd got home, a sort of celebratory thing, you know? He looked through the mail when he walked in and said, “Library of Congress.” I said, “Yeah, kind of feels like I’m a real writer,”...
by Deb Farris | Dec 10, 2022 | Advent, Devotions, Poetry
Fanny sleeps, Mary Watches as Todd fixes the Window that blew off The house. I breath in The scent of pine and coffee And wonder if there Was a send-off. I Look at the lights on our tree And wonder if Christ Met with Moses or Walked with the Father beside Glistening...
by Deb Farris | Nov 27, 2022 | Faith, Musings, Writing
Many years ago, when we exchanged names at work, Susie picked mine and I received one of the most precious gifts ever. Beautifully hand sketched and scripted inside each letter of Merry Christmas was the story of the Annunciation. Every year I would hang it across our...
by Deb Farris | Nov 18, 2022 | Musings, Writing
It’s not mine. I didn’t coin the phrase. A daughter of a friend of mine did. I’m adapting it. It’s Thanksliving time! My heart is full as Buffalo, New York gets hit with 3 feet of snow. I love snow. I live nowhere near Buffalo. But that’s going on as I write. We only...
by Deb Farris | Nov 13, 2022 | Musings, Nature, Poetry
it’s mid november when everthing is painted in muted tones with textures still defined before the snow falls—a good time to hike! we drove to kettle moraine this past week, when it hit the 70s! todd took the day off. we stopped at fiddleheads in cedarburg first for...
