MIDWINTER

Twelve billion year old stardust
seeds, imbedded memories
remember. Tightly wound
paperthin heads poke through
the fertile ground of being
seeking sunlight with an instinct
born in ancient swirling cosmos,
dancing to the songs of angels,
stretching their faces to the heavens,

singing, praying “Adoramus Te.”

(poem inspired by and photo taken by

and used with kind permission of

Christine Valters Paintner. Join Christine's

Poetry Party every other Monday at

www.abbeyofthearts.com)

HOME

When I’m at my desert home,
I can see the tree where God lives.
Rust and copper stain the hills,
watercolored solid stone.

God’s creation pierces my heart,
wordless beauty engenders awe,
causing me to fall on solid ground
to listen closely to earth’s heartbeat.

A measured pace breathes between
my inner and outer God.
Moved to sing the eternal song
imprinted in my soul,
I simply move my feet and dance.

SONG OF GRACE

I need to hear your voice tonight
to fill my heart with your sweet sounds,
so when that urgent angel leads me
into heaven’s gentle realm
I’ll hear your spoken words of love
become a song on strangers’ lips,
recognized by others as
the eternal hymn of grace.