Singing

I listen to the rhythms of life, for within them I will sing my melody.

The Stuff of Life

We traveled long miles to see a family member confined to bed, unable to walk. She's lain there for a year now, drifting in and out of sleep, her memories ebbing and flowing. Her days have condensed to a set of DVD's played again and again, to the nurse's visits, meal time, and the view from a window where chickadees gather around a feeder. What I find annoying -- gray rain driving against the windshield and blowing into my face whenever I leave the car at rest stops -- she would probably drink in as the stuff of life.

Journey

A train passes, ratcheting, whistling in the night to transport me from my bed.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Tango

Today I’m going to dance with life and see where it leads.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Wonderment

Children’s eyes

See marvels --

Creation born anew --

Wonderment

In each small

Everything.

Give me, Lord,

A child’s view.

 

© 1985 Janalyn Voigt

River Voices

Stones tumble and thump.

A fish jumps and plashes.

Wavelets overlap sucking mud.

A child laughs.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Helpers

Hands that strengthen mine I cannot despise, for they give more than they take.

© Janalyn Voigt