Pulling from the poetry vault of my earlier years. I wrote this poem at 17 while just hanging out at the Walter Hill dam. It was published on the cover of the Senior Issue of The Liberty Bell, (Oakland High School's newspaper) my senior year, 1977. When we were little, I remember going to the river with Mamma, Aunt Louise and Grandmother and Grandaddy for picnics in the 60s. Reflections I sit here and I watch the rolling river I see the sky of blue above my head The birds a

While in England, we saw many beautiful castles and cathedrals. On our journey, lofty places ornately built for worship. And I loved it all. This door is from Christ Church, Oxford, UK. We were able to go through these doors and experience an Evensong service. But, on our way back home, I began to think of places, simple places that also inspire worship. Our creek, a morning walk, the woods, watching the birds...all made and sustained by God. And so these words came...