The very stones speak

to adamant constancy;

The towering trees,

of ageless nurture and care;

Sun and sky bear life

still pale by their Maker’s pow’r;

The wind’s gentle touch

whispers of His guiding hand;

Singing birds rejoice

and praise the Almighty God;

In every traveler

resides an immortal soul;

If they could but hear

the song of heav’n around them!

His Life in us

can shine as Light

illume the Way

for sinners’ night,

To die to self

to count as gain

vessels of clay

His Truth proclaim,

Our natures balk

at sacrifice

but in His Love

we will find Life.

Time.

Always time.

There’s never enough -

Or sometimes, too much.

But it’s never just right.

Sometimes

It stops

But only seems -

It really keeps going

But I’m unaware of it.

Blink

It’s gone

I want more

But it’s too late.

Already the past has passed.

Or,

I wait.

It stretches on

Infinite, a snail’s pace -

I wish for its end.

In

either case

I am discontent -

I rail against it.

But Time chooses its pace.

Love is a mind that
thinks of others before it’s
concerned for itself

Love is an eye that
sees the beautiful within
when there lacks beauty

Love is an ear that
listens patiently until
it’s needed no more

Love is a shoulder
to cry on, a strong arm to
lean on - any time

Love is feet that are
swift to run to comfort
the stricken and sad

Love is a heart that’s
half of a beat until the
other half is found.

White rafters and tin panels - skylight leaks
Powder blue plaster walls, through cracks brick peeks

Comfy couch and table to gather ‘round
And little stairs to lure you up and down

A lot of light so you can clearly see
The real reason knit shops came to be

A zoo of fibers, both natural and dyed
A rainbow of colors gathered inside

Luscious bulkies and silky slinky lace
There’s fuzzy and smooth in every weight 

Buttons and beads and drop spindles too
Needles and patterns to inspire you

Leaving 3rd with the basement that floods
900 S Greenwood, here Stringtown comes!