Saturday, April 21, 2018


SO…I’m flipping channels this morning and landed on THE First Baptist.  The Youth Minister got up to lead the prayer.  In clear view, a choir member, right behind him, dressed in her angelic robe, leaned over to the lady beside her and whispered, frowny face and all, “He’s got on JEANS..." with an ugly little shake of her head.  (Oh - I wish I could show that clip to her.)  I hope she doesn't freeze that way some day.

All of television land saw his jeans, your highness.  We also saw what you said.  When the preacher does the next altar call, maybe you should hit it.  And lower your nose…if it is raining when church lets out, you’re gonna drown.

Intolerance and hatefulness has got to stop.  You know where I always see it most?


Lawd, I wonder what it’s gonna take….

Monday, April 16, 2018


And just like that
Under the cover of night
The renowned orchestra called GREEN
Came to town
They came with no instruments
Newborn, naked, and shy
But marched center stage
Fully at attention when morning came
Open and glistening
In tune with the sunrise
Brand New
No stage fright –
They lift their heads in unison
Singing as one
Winter deadness made new
Keeping rhythm with the breeze
For months, nothing will stop their song!
With no applause
Or standing ovations
And in most places
No audience
Singing to the heavens
A crescendo come to life!
their Conductor lives!

~Sister Saxon~


As winter leaves,
The last of winter’s leaves
In corners, crevices, and crannies
Like old women gossiping
They give occasional nervous flutters
As though having been suspiciously watching for my broom.

I approach and some snap to attention
A small cackling crackle of life

Yes - they had been waiting…

My broom moves and so do they
Lightly awkward
Gracefully clumsy
Careful in a cavalier kind of way…

They all run away
In rhythm to some unknown energy

Laugh dancing across the porch

I watch.
I consider.

What if it is not the wind?
What if it is of their own accord?

~Sister Saxon~