Ghost in the Graveyard

Pictures from the cemetary outside our house...

Albany Jr. High Building--then & now

Our house in Albany--then & now

prodigal

I come to myself

as one who is prodigal
who has wondered away
to follow my own pursuits

and here in the pig trough
filled with domestic stress
and work woes

I come to myself

Arise and seek
my Father's house

Welcome me home

Welcome me back to myself

Candlelight

Serpentine light moves
across the room
a haze descends
as praises are raised

faces resplendent
glowing with love

praises lifted
voices raised

serpentine the light moves
through the room
while glowing faces
welcome pilgrims
two by two

no words exchanged
except in song
yet love expressed
in deed and truth

voices raised
praised lifted
love expressed

Images of Emmaus

Women wind their way
around the crowded room
Arms in motion--
moving up and down
as if in flight--
Spirits made light
by grace abounding
Spirits set free
from convention
freed from domestic concerns
freed from work stress
freed from the judging eyes of men

Men who would have wives, mothers, and daughters
who are modest and discreet
Nurses and teachers--
acceptable to society.

Women wind around the room
filled with the Spirit
set free to live
lives empowered
lives redeemed from the ordinary
Set free to live
as Daughters of Grace.