by Deb Farris | Jul 27, 2018 | Musings
What is the shadow neath a wing? No fence to keep you in. Beyond this place, though clouded Boundary lines are clear. And safe are you within His watch. What is the apple of an eye? Surrounding colors set with stars, Circles orbiting to eternity We travel, a...
by Deb Farris | Jul 4, 2018 | Memoir, Musings, Poetry
There is a place we used to go every summer, where wind blows off the lake, cooling sun-parched skin from day’s labor, where deer nibble on grass outside your window, where children with toughened feet run gleefully across a stoney beach, anxious for fireworks. There...
