A few years ago, my friend Laurel realized that Christmas would never be the way she remembered it or the way she was acccustomed to celebrating it. Her two kids (with autism spectrum disorder) couldn't handle the upheaval and stimuli. The family had to cut way back on decorating, gift-giving, traveling, eating… The story of… Continue reading Advent in poetry
Thanksgiving Lunch at the Mennonite Church We’ve been smelling coffee for a while now as the sermon drones on and on but finally it’s benediction time and “Thanks for the food we are about to partake. Amen.” Old and young crowd down the stairs to the warm, fragrant basement claim chairs at the long table… Continue reading Thanksgiving Lunch at the Mennonite Church
The Antioch Testament by Donald Joiner My rating: 3 of 5 stars When a wounded Syrian Christian refugee entrusts Chaplain Charles Monroe with a heavy and ancient-looking manuscript, Monroe is sure he's in possession of something precious. Sending it to his brother Ken in the States for its preservation proves wise. Monks in a U.S.… Continue reading The Antioch Testament (review)
It's mushroom season—it must be, because they are growing everywhere. I snapped some fine specimens on my walk the other day. They always remind me of the fun little poem we learned in school—"The Elf and the Dormouse" Umbrellas galore! (Photo © 2015 by V. Nesdoly) The Elf and the Dormouse Under a toadstool crept… Continue reading The Elf and the Dormouse
Without Proof by Janet Sketchley My rating: 5 of 5 stars Two years after her fiancé Gilles died beside her in the cockpit of the plane he crash-landed on a Nova Scotia highway, Amy Silver is getting back on her feet emotionally and physically. She has even taken off the gold chain that held Gilles’… Continue reading Without Proof (review)
The farmhouse where I grew up - Photo © 2009 by V. Nesdoly Missing Home I remember squeaks and slants in the floor of our last home can picture the gouge in paneling beside my desk the crumbing rubber on the patio-door seal. In the shed I see rust-freckled freezer top shelf of garden powders… Continue reading SJT – Home (Missing Home)
For the last few years, many of the clocks that I use—like the ones on my computer, ipod, kitchen stove, bedside, car, and digital photo album—display the time in a three- or four-number readout. Often when I check the time, I notice what one could call a lucky hand if playing cards—like 11:11 (four… Continue reading It’s time to see “God loves me”
preserves multitudes of yellow leaves illumine the park floor the crop of summer's sunny days dehydrated for winter's store © 2014 by Violet Nesdoly (All Rights Reserved) *************** This post is linked to Poetry Friday, hosted today by foody extraordinaire, Jama at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
Captivated Puffy white lambs in the sky. Iridescent dragonflies. Furry bees. Jewel birds flitting and fluting the forest with warbles and calls. A plush rabbit’s coat. Moist velvet tickle of a horse’s nose. He, smooth, agile, muscular climbing a palm. These globes just above me hanging from this tree God has forbidden their glossy roundness… Continue reading SJT – Doubt (Captivated)
EXPOSED! Through the summer night and day spider spins her life away weaving gossamer entrapments for her unsuspecting prey. Threads from clothes upon the line between my beans upon the vine and when I go through my front door I break more threads ticklish and fine. Until one misty day in fall from tiny shrubs… Continue reading Exposed!
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