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.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Stubborn Faithful



C’mon, stubborn port –
We need some blood today,
Just a little for the lab, without
More pain of sticking.

I know I’m not a turnip.
An antenna?  Maybe so –
All contorted arms and neck to
Find the precious sweet spot.

A port not giving blood means
Bare arms, tight tourniquets –
Nurses probing, hoping,
Chasing the jumpy veins.

Does a pin cushion dread the push 
Of many well-meant needles?
Does it hurt?  Does it bruise?
Does it cringe before the steel?

I’m counting on you, port.
Work like you’re supposed to.
Faithful fount for years,
Don’t stop giving now.

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