We live in a quiet neighborhood. If houses could speak, most of the ones around here would detail long histories of their current occupants. But the house across the street? It’s a rental. Years ago the man who owns it put on a new roof, painted inside and out, basically spruced the place up. “Oh […]
What Dreams May Come I dreamt of roaring waterfalls The deafening amazing pow’r Left me to ponder, Jaw a-slack . . . But then a train rushed by my back! I lost my footing in its wake As all the earth began to shake I stumbled, groping for my moorings . . . Could this
To my Sleeping Someone Read More »
…that words could only hold… a candle’s small reflection of the galaxies of gold… Good-night. EZ
What the wind whispered Read More »
Okay, well, I’m going to try to do this livejournal thing . . . don’t know exactly how things will turn out, but Luke and ragamuffen have already encouraged me by commenting on my first non-attempt at a post. It was truly pathetic. Just wanted something to work with, ya know, so I could pick
I’m not as clueless as I sound. Am I? Read More »
I grew up in Dallas, Texas, a city girl who attended operas, rode horses, visited art museums, swam in a creek, studied dance and classical piano, and played outside with the neighborhood kids until well after dark. Mine was an idyllic childhood in a secure home with a loving family. At sixteen, Jesus called my