One clap of thunder.
One drop of rain.
One speck of dust inconvenienced.
Life in the desert.
Copyright 2010, DSR
Monday, October 18, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
How Do We Know a Miracle?
How do we know a miracle?
A flower blooms in the mist,
A tree rustles in the breeze,
Hummingbirds flit and pollinate,
A branch falls and crumbles,
A mushroom sprouts,
An earthworm aerates the soil,
A sprig appears,
A flower blooms in the mist.
Copyright 2010
Debi Rodriguez
A flower blooms in the mist,
A tree rustles in the breeze,
Hummingbirds flit and pollinate,
A branch falls and crumbles,
A mushroom sprouts,
An earthworm aerates the soil,
A sprig appears,
A flower blooms in the mist.
Copyright 2010
Debi Rodriguez
Friday, March 19, 2010
Her Canopy
Her canopy is high above her head,
Making room for afar breezes,
Letting in the rain.
It is gathered in close.
Her arms cross folded across her chest,
Fingers tightly woven,
Fabric pulled taut against the grain.
It is see-through,
Letting in the Northern Lights and blinking stars.
The lightening brings the daylight, yet the black holds the daylight at bay.
Her canopy is a seat she seeks religiously every Sunday.
Below her it's a solid something, keeping her from the cold outside dirt.
It separates her from the next swaying shoulder.
In her mind she believes her canopy is tightly, impenetrably woven.
The canopy is visible to all.
Her canopy is high above her head,
Making room for afar breezes,
Letting in the rain.
It is gathered in close.
Her arms cross folded across her chest,
Fingers tightly woven,
Fabric pulled taut against the grain.
It is see-through,
Letting in the Northern Lights and blinking stars.
The lightening brings the daylight, yet the black holds the daylight at bay.
Her canopy is a seat she seeks religiously every Sunday.
Below her it's a solid something, keeping her from the cold outside dirt.
It separates her from the next swaying shoulder.
In her mind she believes her canopy is tightly, impenetrably woven.
The canopy is visible to all.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Forward
Today you speak to many people. You utter thoughts out loud.
Will your words be lifting spirits? Will they help a child feel proud?
Do you hand out smiles? Will you offer hugs? Will you "Make someone's day?"
Forward it was paid to you, forward you must pay.
Copyright 2010
Debi R.
Will your words be lifting spirits? Will they help a child feel proud?
Do you hand out smiles? Will you offer hugs? Will you "Make someone's day?"
Forward it was paid to you, forward you must pay.
Copyright 2010
Debi R.
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