Poetry by Julie Ann Stevens.
This day is full of fresh flowers surprises planted on my path by God some difficulties, many unknowns transforming me with gentle and sharp nudges. How to see as God sees, I try. I fall down, hard, and what does it mean? Give up? Go slower? Be smaller? Perhaps. Perhaps not. How to see as … Continue reading to see as God sees
between games of dodge ball acts of Julius Caesar and choruses of Tom Dooley, we learned life’s first lessons along the Sioux Trail you were my first friends first heroes — first bullies first loves — first heartaches first community of life’s teachers single file we followed each other trusting the massive hallways leading to … Continue reading along the Sioux Trail
evening play, just watch dappled light dancing to the whispering wind shadows swaying with a slight waver in their steps just watch, and listen rustling skirts courted and carried across the sky dipping down, rising up and quivering easy touches, here and there the sound in my ear that brushes my cheek musical notes that blend … Continue reading shadows & breeze
the joy in being present as children are without anticipating what it could be — or might be — eyes and ears and mouths and hands open to receive what it is — whatever it is — this is the fruit of letting go emptying out and trusting your valentine box to fill with a million light mixed with dark crayon keepsakes and … Continue reading be open, my heart
