To A Good Land, 1966

I don't know what I was thinking with all the crazy spacing!

To A Good Land

Take Thursday, 1971

I remember well the evening I wrote this. Caleb was about six months old. We were living in a second floor apartment in Wilkinsburg. Next door, in another second floor apartment, lived Bob & JoAnne Willson. We were at their house for dinner along with other friends. Bob had cooked a great meal, as usual. In their living room, where we got into a lengthy discussion of our culture and how we were going to change the world, was a Goodwill couch, or maybe it was a curb-side couch, a huge full-length cigar store wooden Indian, a drum set and a stereo with huge five foot high speakers. Caleb slept quietly through the whole discussion, but ... maybe he was evesdropping! We went home late and I wrote...

Take Thursday

Storms

I love Kansas storms. So majestic and powerful!

When I was a child and fearful of storms, my Father would sing Psalm 29 to me. He told me I was a son of The Mighty. Mighty - Majestic - Glory - Splendor - Holiness. A storm is the voice of Jehovah, who blesses his people with peace.

This picture, by John Steuart Curry, always hung in our home. My Dad knew Curry and visited with him as he painted the huge tableaus in the Topeka Capitol building.

Psalm 29 Remembered in a Line Storm

Homesick, 1972

Nothing has changed much since 1972. I'm still Homesick for heaven.

At The Firs, 2006

In 2006 Ron and I attended the R.P. camp At the Firs in Washington state. I entered the poetry contest for Talent Night.