"A poem begins as a lump in the throat...A complete poem is one where
an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words."
-Robert Frost




There are times, precious gracious times, when the world around me
arouses the poet from her slumber; when the written word becomes manna
for my day; when inspiration reminds me that I am not alone. All I can do
is respond with an "alleluia" crowned with gratitude. All is invitation from
that Power greater than myself whom I experience as God-PaPa, Brother,
and Spirit-Companion.