honey-dewed sighs


honey, do you love me?

why don’t you say it louder

with your warm, strong hands

holding me closer until i melt

into your steady, beating chest

where i find the safest nest

within your steady heart  best

so hold me closer until i melt

into your strong, warm hands

why not say it louder–

honey, you do love me!



A mirror poem for Frank’s reverse poetry prompt at dVerse Poets

soft as cashmere

Folk music of Kashmir, India featured at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


hypnotizing voice

exotic music sways heart

sung by graceful hands



creating beauty


creating beauty

spiritual transformation

God is the potter


steady pressure on life’s wheel

reforms wet clay in love’s hands


title and image from Carpe Diem Haiku Kai


He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ecclesiastes 3:11 (NIV)

begging for attention


lifting empty HANDs

street CHILDren surround stopped car

HUNGry beyond food


aren’t we all BEGgars?

reaching out for ful-FILL-ment

hungry for HIS love



Linking with Carpe Diem’s Roadside Beggar


Her hands


I remember sitting as a girl

in the raftered balcony of the church

during morning worship service,

craddling my mother’s hand in my lap;


examining creases in her warm palm,

tracing distinct veins across the back,

touching the smooth pale pink polish

on her clean, neatly shaped nails,

fingering the circle of her wedding ring;

turning its diamond to catch the light

filtering through stained glass windows,

trying to glimpse each rainbowed hue.


Mom thought her hands were “too large”

but those dear hands were just big enough

to shape hearts and home, to hold our family

together, with their faithful, gentle work of love.