Courage

Courage

Courage         whispered the autumn leaf     He,        born of spring’s budding hope        commissioned for summer’s verdancy        yet most glorious in decline Courage          urged the autumn leaf   As he,         in trust and gratitude         released his...
Using the Side Door

Using the Side Door

A while ago, my mentor challenged me to think about what might happen after I die—more specifically, what heaven might look like. Although middle-aged, I never pondered this mystery before. When I was young, I saw myself as indestructible, protected by the solid shell...
When Loss Is Your Teacher

When Loss Is Your Teacher

The red light on our answering machine blinked. We had just returned home from an evening children’s Christmas program, joyful in the spirit of the holiday. But my mood suddenly changed when I pressed the button on the machine and heard my mother’s voice, “We had to...
Worn Hands

Worn Hands

I looked down at her hands, worn by so many years of labor. They seemed mostly of bone now, the fat and muscle mostly gone and the skin like a rag, twisted and stretched until it can never return to its original form. And, yet, they were beautiful to me. I spent much...
Space

Space

When someone wants to end a relationship, she or he may say, “I just need some space.” But when I told my kids I needed a little space from their father, they understood I wasn’t trying to break up. Jerry was the love of my life, but at 85 his health was failing, his...

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