One muggy and unusual night, I woke at 3 AM, hazily recalled predictions of spectacular meteor showers, and dragged a sleepy Larry with me out to our driveway to watch for meteorites. After craning our necks for a few minutes that seemed like hours, we finally saw one or two tiny, magnificent flashes. It was a catch-it-in-the-corner-of-your-eye type thing. There and gone. Blink and you miss it. We stumbled back inside and I couldn't sleep for the Glory of God's night sky. Words pelted my brain and I had to write them down. (See the very first post: Meteors at Night.)

Like the meteor shower, my inspiration often comes unbidden at night in quick bursts that demand my attention. I get excited about it. I don't want to miss it, not any of it. Not one quick flash, not one Illumined moment, not one whisper from God.

I'm trying hard to catch it and collect it and put it all in one sky. You're welcome to do a little gazing here anytime.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Hole in the Wall



It’s a hole-in-the wall place, that
home of assisted living.
Funny what you notice when
your world becomes
small.

Stuck in a wheelchair,
drawn to a doorway,
appalled by unexcusable disrepair,
she says, “Did you see it?”
“There’s a hole in the wall,
right over there!”

It’s really just the
space for the
cylinder that
locks her In
and
locks the world
Out.

Just like her,
it’s useful,
not unsightly,
to be embraced,
not disrespected,
like a shocking
hole in the wall.
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