At times
It is hard to remember
All the good in the world
Despair is a cruel teacher
Grapple with thankfulness
And accept the grace of love
That comes, truly, it comes
Often unexpectedly
poetry, prose, and photography
At times
It is hard to remember
All the good in the world
Despair is a cruel teacher
Grapple with thankfulness
And accept the grace of love
That comes, truly, it comes
Often unexpectedly

Eyelids drooping down
My weariness at day’s end
Preparing for bed
Darkness comforts me
Slumber’s demands overwhelm
Sleep now command me
I seek out beauty
The glories of Washington
My ancestors speak

āA gentle breeze blows
Branches scrape against my house
This brusque goose-like cry
Startles me abruptly

Seattle’s grey skies
Though they filter the sunlight
Bring me peacefulness