Awhirl before my eyes did swirl the sparks As one by one the candles turned to smoke And sitting there in silent, stillest dark, A

"An Active and Imaginative Life"
Awhirl before my eyes did swirl the sparks As one by one the candles turned to smoke And sitting there in silent, stillest dark, A
I was inspired this morning as I walked to practice piano for an upcoming recital… this would have been great, had I been inspired to
I am this season’s child though I am dressed as spring: The burning gold of fall is hid beneath the
I took this photo on a sunset run and added the words (surprise! They were not actually fabulous skywriting!) as I was doing some reading
I had the joy of visiting Tyndale House yesterday and meander through its enchanting library. I could feel the words of the ages trickling down
Once again, a graveyard has inspired poetry. This time, it was the historic Greyfriar’s Kirkyard. It was once the post of a loyal dog (Greyfriar’s