Prompts

From town, go down the paved road towards Johnson’s Chapel for two miles until the road makes a sharp turn to the right, a large, white farm house in the bend, turn left on a dirt road through brambles and overgrown bushes until the air grows cooler and then drive a…

Forever is composed of Nows Prompt:  What are your “nows” that will make up your forever? A walk in the woods accompanied by mosquitoes and hot, sultry temperatures? A text from your daughter about your grands’ baseball games? A husband calling to…

The beginning and end of one’s life is to draw closer to the fire.

Every crack is also an opening

Time will say nothing but I told you so

Earth’s crammed with heaven And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees, takes off his shoes; The rest sit around it, and pluck blackberries

In our life there is a single colour, as on an artist palette which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the colour of love.

We would give anything for what we have.

In the faces of men and women I see God, and in my own face in the glass. I find letters from God dropt in the street, and every one is sign’d by God’s name. Prompt: Where do you see God? or  Where do you find His letters?  And what do these letters say?  You might…