Entering the twilight of my life, I'm walking through mountains of memory, searching for treasures to be illuminated, slowing down for a longer look. Following this path I'm now on, pursuing my passion for the word; spoken to me and through me. Pulling something from the invisible; making it visible. Drawing something from the silence to let it be heard. Accepting the invitation to praise his creation. Using these gifts to give the glory back to God. Pouring humble words onto this page from the vessel of my soul.
Purity unfolds; is revealed as a curved white cross, a shallow chalice; petals streaked with a drop of blood. From the understory, dogwood blossoms reach for blue sky, for life-giving sun, before dense leaves crowd the canopy.
Before the petals descend to the earth. Before the knock on Heaven's door can be answered.