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To the Lighthouse
A breath, a breeze, a wave frozen in time. A seagull sketched above the horizon then erased. A thought, a word. A memory lingers and fades. Morning walk, the eye— the lamp of the body as Nature speaks, distilling Deity. A trunk, a twig. A nest rests precariously. In...
In the Woods and On the Water
Almost overnight, Trees transformed into gumdrops— That’s what I call them. Through the red maples, A black squirrel caught my eye. What a rare moment! As if being chased, I saw deer gallop and leap. But they were playing! Todd found a bookstore In Three Lakes. I...
Where the Eagle Soars
At Eagle River, I am reminded, we mount up On wings like eagles. In humility, We must know how to come down. Face things as they are! Still, O heart, be still. Water appears like glass as Birds fly branch to branch. Mind, body and soul, “Be still, know that I am God.”...