A wise woman once said...

      Poetry and prayer are synonymous in my life, and because both are a gift, which I accept with joy and sometimes pain, I seldom know whether I have served the gift well or ill. But perhaps that doesn't really matter; the important thing is to be willing- to want to serve the gift whenever it comes, either as verse or prayer.

~Madeleine L'Engle

The Weather of the Heart

Rainy Day Walks

How do I describe this kind of Joy?

To the old couple

Hanging their Christmas lights

With precision and care

Several days before Thanksgiving.

To the young father

With his two little boys,

Out flying a kite on this divinely windy day.

What will a little rain hurt?

To the middle aged man

Darting through the streets on his bike

Who takes a rest here and there

While his dog does the heavy lifting.

To walks on a windy day

That turn into a joyous celebration

Of downpours, of windstorms,

Of the prickling cold

That makes every inch of you

Feel so alive.

Oh, the Joy!