New Year's Eve 2014

CHAMPAGNE & GRATITUDE

Small literary journals and faith-filled publications are
mostly a labor of love--for editors and contributors.
On this last day of 2014, I wish to send out a shout
of appreciation to some careful, caring editors: 

Martin Lammon

Rosemary Deen            

Megan Jones

Jacque Day

Phoebe Bosche

Lois Dorschel

Christopher Heffron

Anthony Harris

Rose Marie Berger

Becca J.R. Lachman

Br. Paul Quenon

Cynthia Brackett Vincent

Virginia Howard 

Anna Leahy

Florence Homolka

Julie Wakeman-Linn

Bronwen McShea

You might want to check out these publications:

Arts and Letters, Thema, Perceptions, Sojourners,

Section8, Commonweal, Healing Muse, Camas,

The Potomac Review, Broad River Review,

Owen Wister Review, Raven Chronicles,

Lalitamba, Off The Coast, Ellipsis, New Madrid,

St. Anthony Messenger, The Aurorean, TAB, and

Stone Highway.

Blessings to all in 2015

 

Monday, December 29th 2014

ATTITUDE

Sometimes our face betrays our attitude, 

other times it is our voice or posture.

Do you ever watch these indicators before

approaching someone new?

Maybe there is a lady who is waiting in a 

line next to you. Maybe she is holding a

small dog and you catch the eye twinkle in 

that small furry face. 

You and the lady begin a conversation. 

Amen. . .  

and thanks be to God for all His creatures,

which lead us to Love.

Christmas 2014

O Holy Night . . . 

For the Christian world this is the night that
Love and Hope entered our weary world.

Love has a way of spreading good will to all--no matter

their belief. And so tonight is about Love.

May we all feel it wherever we are. 

Merry Christmas!

Saturday 12-6-14

TREES

Maybe you will agree that it is time for a poem. . .

Today we celebrate the birthday of a poet who

made trees the center of his much quoted poem: 

TREES

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast; 

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray; 

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree. 

                              Joyce Kilmer

                                  © Poetry

                                       August 1913