by Diane W. Bailey | Sep 25, 2012 | Diane's Posts
“Fall has arrived,” says the weatherman. Leaves are beginning to turn brown, golden and red, then gently fall silent to the ground creating a patchwork of color to blanket seeds already in place for next spring. I look in the mirror, aglow with morning light, at the...
by Diane W. Bailey | Jun 5, 2012 | Uncategorized
Is there any greater joy than for your love to present a ring and mark you as his? To mark the one for whom his passion drives him to do what he might not left on his own. A man gives a ring, the Son gives the spirit; marking the beloved as chosen, set aside, and...
by Diane W. Bailey | Apr 18, 2012 | Uncategorized
Soap and Baby Lotion are her fragrances. She clutches the blanket, whose color is of tenderness, and whose lace took days to make. Long chocolate ringlets cascade over my shoulder. Her forehead hides in the bend of my neck, and my hair covers hers, as I whisper to her...