Carried on your wings…

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in memory of Bill Smith

born April 27, 1923

died October 5, 2016

in the arms of Diane, Tom, Angie, Neil, and children.

He will be buried
next to Lavena, his wife, born in 1932
in the hills of Wisconsin.


Bill’s parents did not know how his path would go
but they knew he would make it
And that his trips would differ from theirs.
Their faith in their youngster
came from their youngster’s faith in himself.

You came O Powerful One
from the everlasting mountains.
Weak now are the stouthearted.
They sleep their sleep.
(Psalm 75:5&6)

So will You
supply our every need
according to your riches in Glory
in Christ Jesus
to our God and Father
for endless ages
(Phil 4:19-20)




OwenOliverand the blue glasses



For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid

by William Stafford

There is a country to cross you will
find in the corner of your eye, in
the quick slip of your foot—air far
down, a snap that might have caught.
And maybe for you, for me, a high, passing
voice that finds its way by being
afraid. That country is there, for us,
carried as it is crossed. What you fear
will not go away: it will take you into
yourself and bless you and keep you.
That’s the world, and we all live there.

“For My Young Friends Who Are Afraid” by William Stafford from The Way It Is: New and Selected Poems. © Graywolf Press, 1998

March 25, 2016



vines, play, sky, Birthday horses

rare celebration!


silver brocadecrppd-2


(Feb 1, 2016)

Invisible energy
leaves behind
cells that recreate
pistachio toe prints
chocolate covered.

warm the tongue
taste buds
grow inside
vines to heaven
silver tinged
leaves of life

Jeanne Poland

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