For my students, past and present

Lord, make me like the hibiscus

That opens daily for the sun…

A prayer on the Ascension of Our Lord

The red ribbed robin rests ready in the rain…

The honeysuckle is blooming

Again

Sweetness has filled the air…

Somedays I feel like a giant snail…

There are flowers in the tree

And the branches hum with bees…

And then the bread was broken

With words long ago spoken…