the prayer shawl

weaving my words
in and out
pushing them upward
a loom of emotions
tie-dyed threads
emerges a pattern
of a life lived
on prayer


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if heaven is real

if heaven is real
locked within me
finally set free
when my here
is complete
all the beauty
i had wished
to reveal
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
this songbird sings
the joyful melody
when my here
is complete
the tune
i wished
i could have sung
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
may this prayer
be answered
when my here
is complete
with tears flowing
before my here
was complete

if heaven is real
may all this be so
my spirit set free
when my here
is complete
on wings of a dove
the peace dreamed of
before my here
was complete

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September’s Beauty and Ugliness

September reflections from the Owl Poet.

September 6, 2018

sept 2018

As I drove eastward toward home this evening from the office, the setting sun bloomed from vivid yellow to apricot, melon and deepening hues of lavender. I couldn’t help but continually look in my rear view window knowing that God was reminding me that whatever frustration, despair or worry I had about my day, I can rest in His peace.

pleasing peace
a lavender sky
new day waits

September 9, 2018:

And just like that the cool winds of autumn appeared with cheers from the football stadium echoing among the falling maple leaves on Sunday morning.

change begins
summer is over
school colors

September 10, 2018:

The day draws her shades earlier as the warmth of summer’s love shows his interest elsewhere. Hibernating in her grief until spring brings forth the beauty of a new love, the nights become cold and long.

the shifting shadows
sun and moon

September 11, 2018:

I looked up into the sky as I gently held hands with my 3 year-old and 5 year-old sons. We walked down our ordinary street on a September day awash in the afternoon sun with leaves whispering the daily news with the birds.

No parade in the sky or white streamers on this afternoon. Just an unblemished blue sky, unordinary in an ordinary suburban neighborhood. A sign that my sons would grow up in a world different than mine.

when we all stood for the flag
on 9/11

September 12, 2018:

On a crisp September morning the crows on the overhead wire telecast their news and the Sandhills and Canadas follow suit with their own version. The sun powers up her furnace and the morning dew trickles down from its grassy ledge. The day shiny and new like a bright copper penny.

still exists
freedom of the press
how lucky

Another from September 12, 2018:

seek equality
pledge allegiance to the flag
an advertisement

one nation
where we can all stand
under God

and justice for all
no worries

September 13, 2018:

In the distance I hear the punctuated blare of loneliness passing through the dead of night. Stealing my silence, I wonder where it’s going.

place and time
a train to somewhere

September 15, 2018:

On this Saturday afternoon in September when the sun is still remembering July and the leaves are touched by the first signs of aging, I sit here on the deck outside with an open book that wafts perfume of fresh ink wishing for the caress of Lake Michigan one more time. I should be sitting in my designated pew along her shores dreaming for the day when I would take a day like today for granted because yesterday and tomorrow would be the same as it is today.

But here I am fondly remembering children’s laughter in and around a little white cottage that is located hours and miles away known as Heaven’s Vineyard that now waits empty for its’ new owners to start their summer vacation story. Wistfully, I begin dreaming of writing a new chapter of my own.

middle age
between the chapters
a bookmark

And another from September 15, 2018:

among vacancies
the homeless

pancake sky
like Arizona dust
all choked up

urban wind
from the city grates
lost spirits

September 28, 2018:

wedding day

It would have been wonderful to exit September that somehow everyone in this world could gaze upon this beautiful photo by Julia Tiede-Iveson and become whole like two people exchanging gold bands on their wedding day. Yet, the world is not whole and it is not one in mind, body, and spirit to believe that each one of us deserves to be heard, to be believed, and importantly, to be respected.

September 30, 2018:

sexual molestation

“Our purpose is to please God, not people. He alone examines the motives of our hearts.”

1 Thessalonians 2:4


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Robert Mueller

Robert Mueller

I just finished reading, “Fear” by Bob Woodward today and then my friend, Karen Winters posted a photo of her cat, Jack in her yard. I couldn’t resist.


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I press on


Today’s post on my blog, The Blogging Owl, I am inviting followers to join my in finding joy each day. I hope you will join us on The Joyful Journey.

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Restless Night

I have suffered from insomnia for years and years. It is agonizing when my writing brain or computer will not shut down.

Last night was another one of those evenings when I just randomly think of people in my life. Some people of passed and some people are simply out of reach – grandparents, friends and mentors.

sweet prayers

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The Poetry in My Life

Twenty five years ago on a beach in Lahaina on the island of Maui, I married my love, Vinny Sal on Sunday, February 14, 1993. He continues to be the love and poetry in my life.

This is a self-photograph of Vinny Sal several years before I met him. But even then I was dreaming about him…

Vinny Sal Soul Mate

Over 25 years together…

Blue Eyes

Happy 25th Anniversary!

Valentine’s Day

Love, Sheri


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