Epiphany-tide, ordinary time
before our Lenten ashes and fasts
how extraordinary this time of silvered days
etched with gold
scented with resinous incense
of cedar
and myrrh

sweet grass braids 
draped across sturdy Saint Joseph
release their green scent
each time our door opens
to the cold wind
as the sound of angel wings
drift in with the snow

time enough for reflection
in iced panes
blue as the Madonna's shawl
that blue of trumpeting morning glories
and mourning that results in joy
ahh the quixotic nature 
of faith 
in light of all that would make it unseemly
and foolish

yet, here we are
in the ordinary time of Epiphany
praying for the scales
to be rubbed from our eyes
and the touch of a garment
to heal our stigmata wounds
chalking C M B along the lintel
and shoveling a path
on the road to Gethsemane

Ordinary Time, the Last Sunday of August

sassafras leaves

cool morning breeze
plays a quiet tune thru the windchimes
Sunday morning hymn
blue jays
shouting from cedar top to cedar top
first golden leaves
gently fall to the ground
Sunday morning offertory
meadow grasses
golden and heavy with seed
bowing in the morning breeze
Prayers of thanksgiving
late summer drought
brings the first color of autumn
sassafras leaves & sheaves of sumac