and greatest lake
redeem us from
this landlocked state
the salty sea
so far from reach
ten thousand pools
provide us beach
and dogged ice
returns to wave
our shores reborn
with waters lave


Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’ John 7:38

image: Hand Painted Map of Lake Minnetonka by Carla Holmquist, Old Root Studio


day’s young hours
waking mind
softly shuffle
sacred time
kettle boil
kindle app
begin to see
the solar cast
precious pages
few before
my impish lambs
divulge the morn


Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul. Psalm 143:8

image: Woman Reading by Ellen Dreibelbis

waiting prayer

faith deferred
to watch for word
each minute every hour
the dire clock
the cruel tick tock
is falsely given power
senseless so
to fret the foe
the waves of worry’s bait
and yet we pace
for just in case
our tread will alter fate
God transform
my foolish squirm
to glad and truer trust
for lone your time
and not earth’s chime
the waiting angst is hushed

Copper Clock

And now, O Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in you. Psalm 39:7

“May God open the heavens, break through the clouds, and deliver the answer you’ve been waiting for. May He shore up your faith, strengthen your heart, and overwhelm you with His grace. May your soul know a peaceful assurance like it’s never known before. May you believe from deep within that God is with you, for you, and will never let you go. He is mighty to save.” – Susie Larson


magi eyes

dust and sweep
the woes and webs
aside what was
the flows and ebbs
prepare and plan
with zest and pluck
clear the papers
fresh and tuck
plant new seeds
beneath the wool
thoughts like spring
and buds through snow
and well intended
we shall pen
all that’s hoped
of mere good men
yet let us filter
our designs
and step first step
with truth in mind
and make our map
of what could be
with magi eyes


When they saw the star, they were overjoyed. On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him. Matthew 2:10-11a