I know you have so many with so much need,
So I’m embarrassed by my smallish need.

Distracted by my wants, desires, wishes,
I hear only the noise and not your call. I need.

Like a toddler whining about me and my and mine,
Wishing for more, I’m nothing but a ball of need.

I can’t see anyone but me. Lonely. Scared
Because I’ve let myself get walled in. Need!

“Look up, Stacy!” There you are, smiling.
And I remember – again – You’re all I need.



Right now
This thing, this worry
Seems like the biggest
Most important
Everything is riding on this right here.
Like the top of a giant wave,
It threatens to crash
And capsize me
And leave me bobbing
In a wake of doubt and fear.

One day
Many years from now
I will look back on the span
Of my life.
Decades that roll behind me,
The ripples of my existence.
I will see
Moments that really matter —
Courtship and marriage,
Births and birthdays,
Deaths of loved ones,
Graduations and grandchildren,
Betrayal, healing, and learning —
All the markers
Of a life as vast as the ocean.

So this thing,
This worry,
That is keeping me awake
In the lonely, wee hours
Won’t even be a thought
Years from now.
It is just a drop in the ocean
Carried away by the wave
Of my very blessed life.


The best of servants are barely seen,
Rarely heard.
We quietly come and go
And are only noticed
When a mistake is made.
If we dare to be absent,
We are not missed –
Only the task we left unperformed.
They do not see us,
Look into our eyes,
Sense what we feel.
Eyes down
Quiet steps
Hushed voice –
Do not disturb the deserving.
For them is the dinner prepared.
In their honor is the party given.
We wish them good rest
As we turn down silken covers
(Mint on the pillow, the sweet life)
And slip up darkened stairs.

In our humble quarters
We turn down our own beds
And fall quickly to heavy sleep
Knowing not to expect a mint.


Surrounded by a dozen people,
We are all alone
At a table for two.
Simple things –
Sandwiches and juice,
Daisies in soda bottles,
Holding hands
While Mozart and rainbows
Fill the air –
Are romance to me
When I am here with you.
The old house,
Now the newest trend in dining,
Is ours in so many ways,
And it always will be.


I am your disciple,
Though I don’t always
Follow you.
In fact,
I sometimes head the wrong way –
Away from fellowship,
Away from you.
Because of my own lack of understanding,
I get caught up
In my own pity party.
(You have no idea what I’ve been through.)

As I dare
To tell you all about you
Your life
Your death
You point me to the Scriptures
And the Resurrection.

Stay with me.
The fellowship is sweet,
And I’d like to know you more.
(I have no idea who you really are to me.)

Time together,
Your perfect love,
My many childish questions
Answered by you,
Patient teacher.

There you are.
You were beside me all along.


I’d like to drive away
Down a winding road
Across state lines
And let them wonder where I am.
Or hit every store
And spend all I have
Buying things I’ll never use.
Maybe stand on a corner
And scream
Until I have nothing left.
Or simply
Speak my mind
To those who need to hear it
For once.


Greeted by the aroma
Of sage and cinnamon
Coffee and cake, turkey and herbs,
Potatoes and yams,
Comfort and joy.
Woodsmoke and leaves,
Clear sky, fresh air.
Welcome home.
Embrace, sit,
Holds hands and say grace.
Thank you God for . . .
Words tumble end over end,
Then awed silence.
Bright sunlight until twilight.
Thankful to be together.