God’s gift of prayer


I am grateful for God’s gift of prayer.

Sometimes I think of friends from another time and place; and even though we have lost touch, I can say a prayer of blessing for them.   Perhaps I am being asked to pray.  As I pray the Psalms, I am also thinking of other times and places some days.  Then I look up from the page, and may write a short poem about what is outside the window that moment.

This week I wrote two new haiku and posted them on my primary blog, Poems From Oostburg, Wisconsin.  This site grew from there.

Late June

Peaceful Music

hollyhock-yongeThe picture is courtesy of Free Vintage Art.