She felt as if she has stepped off the very edge of the earth…


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She felt as if she had stepped off the very edge of the earth

Following  the gull she tilted her head to its arc of flight

Her pocket  filled with a beachcomber’s small treasure

Fingering each curve and dash of the shells awash with sun and sea


In the early evening light the sea shimmered and shifted gently

The tones of lapis and turquoise dazzled her vision

while the white sand beneath her feet cushioned the touch of the earth

Taking a deep breath of the salt air she wished she could live here forever.


My sweetest Hallelujah

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These small child’s handprints on my glass backdoor
the sticky applesauce and popsicle on my kitchen floor
I wouldn’t trade for all the mansions in this world.

These conversations with my daughter’s
the new territories in this journey
I wouldn’t miss for all the fame this world could offer.

These days I count as precious gems
to the road that leads me round the bend
I will simply give my sweetest Hallelujah.

I tried to make it Sunday…

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Well I tried to make it Sunday

but that ocean tide came calling

I stopped on the way for some Tupelo honey

just know my soul needs healing…


My Angels have grown older now

though they do not tire of my journey

they bring comfort to my soul

they guard me in my worry…


There are no words needing to be spoken

there is no darkness I cannot face

I will sit beside the ocean blue

and for a time it will be a resting place…

Rachmones, the Hebrew word…

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(“Rachmones”:this is a Hebrew word for womb…It is the definition of a compassion as deep and as undeniable as what a mother feels for her child). A little set up for the journal essay below…love you and your family.


I got up very early on Sunday morning and sat on a bench in the park…I wondered what it would be like to leave my Christian self and shrug off the garment of My Lord’s bloody cloak. I remember standing up and bowing to my knees. The stillness and holiness of that place brought to my mind the word’s “Lord have mercy… “Chrieste eleison.” Then I thought of the former life I had shed because of Christ and how he had withheld his anger from me and has shown me His Mercy. The Yiddish word for Mercy is “rachmones”, whose root is “rechem” the Hebrew word for womb.


Myself being a mother and now a grandmother I am sure once again that God is my father and my mother, the silent mother of mercy, if you will. In his transcendence He is not limited in any way. I know that I could no sooner cease being a Christian then I can cease being me…So I picked up my bloody cloak of Jesus Christ and put it back on gladly. I pray that if anyone sees anything at all the rest of my life it will be God, the silent mother of Mercy, Rachmones.


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I lie down under the burden

         of the courage that I lack

For you to see the sin in me

        cannot be taken back



It is my greatest fear at times

       you might finally know

The dark and filth I tasted once

      I never want to show


Exposure of who I really am

     could drive your love away

After all  you’re only human

     dare I hope that you would stay?


The truth of exposure that I  do not fear

      is a mystery not of loss

but a debt that is paid fully

      willingly hung upon the Cross





seashore under blue sky photography


I walk by the gulf

                                the tide is out

the moon wanes half past blue


The salty brine

                            soothes my feet

and wildflowers thread the dunes


Jade green water

                               laps at the shore

my inner cathedral sings praise


I whisper to you

                                   with gratitude

for the gift of another day.

All the tourists have gone away…

white decorative shells

All of the tourists have gone away

there are no more t-shirts for sale today

The rest of the locals are raising a toast

back to the quiet and the pull of the moon

No footprints in the sand, no hurrying to do


There is no other sky like October blue

the deep blue waves call out to you

My heart is captured by the lure of the Sea

That autumn wind still carries me

I want to walk on the beach in my old sweatshirt

just looking for shells and listen to the surf