Team Poems

Deep Calls Out to Deep
Psalm 42

Purple Clouds
pour themselves out
dousing the sky
glowing orange below.
Through the barren trees
the mist hangs
as the void between branches
creates a snapshot
of a part of the whole.
The clouds stretch down
grabbing for the green
grass green, beckoning
spring in, calling in beauty.

once jess, alison and i got to ride home from lebanon together. the drive to and from lebanon is so beautiful, a poem waiting to be written.
this night we wrapped some words around the pictures in our heads. together.

i'm just remembering the beauty of that night. spring, come back.