Me…
I am Danielle... wife to programmer Nathan, mother of cartoonist David, bird-watcher Deborah, ocean dweller Rebekah, soldier Joshua, and artist Jonathan. I am believer. And I journey onward, wheels sinking deep into new grooves, and old. Here I trace, with increasing grace, His face ...in the path of life.February 2012 M T W T F S S « Jan 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29
Author Archives: Dani
Callused
Hard, stubborn callous; How you cover the tender spots. With your condemned skin. How you need to be soaked; How you need to be scraped away, Diligently, ………….every day. Or you become like snow the day after – Hard packed … Continue reading
Look at Me and Love Me
Jonathan docked his little body at the island, his wiggles briefly anchored. And as he munched on apple snack he briefly realized, that body being satisfied was not enough. And this thoughtful young man, looked up at busy mother, and … Continue reading
The Puzzle
Dropping off the edge of the world It all came into focus. Like a smooth talker Convincing me that the pieces would fall into place. And they did, for awhile. Then the hunt began, And stamped colors jumped out at … Continue reading
The Ghost of Christmas Present
I met you that Christmas when he and I were new And heart hungered only for you. When sun slipped under, eye would not go too And heart watched restlessly for you. And when you tapped him on the shoulder … Continue reading
The Invisible Rock
The substance of it remarked to my heart, There’s another rock, over yonder. It’s shape eluded and all precluded, As heart dropped into the dark. And stumbled through a craven view, Until a pebble did find. And heart rolled This … Continue reading
Undone by Trees
I think this fool will always view A tree with eyes anew. …thanks to this poem. And this is one reason I love poetry! The right poem paints a vivid picture of His “invisible things”, and I gasp! Trees by … Continue reading
Stuffing
Last night I went to bed expectantly, only to be awakened at midnight by a husband who was traumatized with leaking pipes and storage stuffing. “I want that storage area cleaned up tomorrow.” His words echoed, perhaps a catalyst for … Continue reading
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tree art
i really wanted to write a poem today. about a Thanksgiving tree. but when we tried to string the lights we discovered small branches on the bottom and big ones on top and i barreled into the present with a … Continue reading
Turkeys, Stuffing, and Immersion
We drove down Lincoln Drive on the way to Taekwondo. What met our eyes brought disappointment to me, and excitement to the kids. Lighted wreaths and candles illuminated the drab drive, while darkening my brows. Was Thanksgiving to be ignored … Continue reading