Poet. Writer. Photographer. Nature-Lover.
Hold fast to the light, so in times of darkness, upon the mind's eye, the golden can shed brightness and flood the shadows that form inside us. Hold fast to hope, so in times of despair, the wings of doves and angels can fill the air to lift us up when doubt ensnares. Hold fast … Continue reading Hold Fast to Hope
What is it you have in store for me, Lord? What is it you should have me do next? So strongly, I feel your presence; I want to be an active participant. I lay it all down, offer all that I am, but I sense you telling me to pick it up again, … Continue reading Destination
I will never tire of morning birdsong, the daily rising of the sun, the ways the rays beam between trees, the clouds that form in such artistry, the freedom flaunted in wildflowers, all the colors of twilight hours, the breezes that rouse my desires, the stars that kindle my dreams afire, for as long as … Continue reading I Will Never Tire
Soundless snowflakes, silent night, white star lights faintly decorate the sky, and I keep my eyes and heart open wide, close my mind, still time... Every night painted fresh by the brush of His breath, O holy night granted to the blessed witness... I look up, and my center calms, spirits lift and … Continue reading Silent Night
The thing about matters of the heart and soul is that they are buried deep. The thing about the search for home is that it is a destination we cannot, in this life, reach. But the matters of the heart and soul are hidden clues we are meant to unearth in time. Some are … Continue reading Matters of the Heart and Soul
"Okay, Father, will you tell me now, what was the purpose of all of that?" "Of life? Why, love, my son." "NOW you tell me. I begged for signs. Why didn't you send any?" "Oh, my dear child. I sent them to you every day..." Words and images ©LauraDenise
Sunlight beaming like a beacon through the trees has always drawn me in, called to me in a way that seems personal, heavenly signals meant to distract me from my mind's wayward bustle, and I fall still inside while my legs keep propelling me back toward my temporary dwelling, but those beacons do … Continue reading The Light Reaches
Dragonfly's silhouette against the boundaryless blue entrances me with mysticism, and I still myself for a clue. The secrets of the universe he holds in all-seeing eyes, billions of years of mysteries flicker in wings that span time. The evanescent moments in his presence pass through me and leave a mythological map of … Continue reading Placidity
