as the rays of dawn

There was one

Then another

And yet another, still.

I am not certain,

If someone started on the inside

and drew outward.

Or if they started on the outside

and drew inward.

It doesn’t really matter which way it was created.

The important thing

Is that the goodness cannot be contained.

Hope spreads gently,

Yet, as insistently,

as the rays of dawn

through the emerald leaves of September.


ellie894 September 4, 2021


There are times when it’s so very still here.

A hallowed sanctuary without doors or windows.

The comings and goings are silent and purposeful.

But this morning there are wings fluttering in the shade.

On a branch nearby and another further on….

They sing a note or two ..

And the light hears them..

And smiles ..


ellie894 August 1, 2021


I love the way the creek twists and turns and I can only see so far at any given time. 

But when I keep walking and come to a new place, I can see more.  

See the water from another direction.  

And, some days the light falls so lovely and I am in the right place at the right time to see it there.

It is a beautiful little gift in an ordinary day.  

Making it not so ordinary after all…

I hope today is ordinary for you. 

And that it is full of beautiful little things to light your way…


ellie894 June 21, 2021

the crystal door…

Knock knock,

Woke me in the deep of night

I turned the knob

..opened guietly the door

My thoughts were standing there

So, I invited them in

Closed my eyes

And soon enough,

..was back to sleep again

Morning came too quickly

All I could recall was the knock…

So, to the early things I went

And everything else, I quite forgot

As the candle flame warmed the kitchen well

I listened, to the sky beyond the feather

I gazed, into the light bound by the crystal matter which way I turned them

But, where was the water…

I left on tiptoe

In search for it…

Every step a doorway

Lush greens drew close

When the rain is coming for you

It speaks the same as the rushing wind

The only way to know which it is

Is to look up

If the tops of the trees are waving

It is the wind…

…the trees were steady

And so the rain came for me

As the doe rested in her place

And the lightning

Now and then, broke the heavy sky

Drops fell long upon the lake

Their spell was cast

And I was lost in knowing…

The light is held by the water

As surely as by the stone

And in the falling falling

I heard the knocking

Of the night before

Knocking knocking

Light comes silently calling

I turn the knob

And open wide the crystal door…


ellie894 June 22, 2020


I have never gazed into the heart of a flower

That I have not found the mystery of love

I have never known the dance of a butterfly

That I have not found the soul of hope

I have never been lost in the music of the water

That I have not found the peace of now

I have never searched the earth

In all of its magic

That I have not found…


true, and good, and,

…worth all of the searching…


ellie894 May 2, 2020

a pocketful of coins…

A pocketful of coins

I give to you..

to spend in any way, wish

They aren’t pennies

Or nickels

Or even silver dollars

They aren’t made

Of earthly gold, at all

Rather, they are spun,

Of gossamer and light

Only the truest things

Will they buy

Those from the heart

Unseen by the eye


ellie894 April 26, 2020

all shall be well…

Near the end of a long long day
You find yourself somewhere 
That isn’t home
It is abuzz with busy
There, you see
You listen
And you know…
As though a light from elsewhere 
Shines gently through us all
Letting something Blessed happen
And you’re grateful for such a place 
And for such a light
The day was long. but,
You were right where you were meant to be
It is time to go home
All shall be well

ellie894 December 21, 2019