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.
The picture is courtesy of Free Vintage Art.