Where Do the Poems Come From? “Which do you like most? The mountains or the ocean?” My sister and I would ask each other. I could never decide. In California for much of my life, I didn’t have to choose. We had both within close distance. I could look up and see the steadfastness of…
A mystical moment still fresh in my mind that still rings in my heart. Looking at the night sky brings it back to me.
Some of us feel overcome by a sense of failure, helpless yearnings, and hopeless waiting. During the gathering darkness leading to the Crucifixion, it’s hard to see the Light, feel the Hope, hold onto Courage.
One night I was very ill and out of nowhere, it seemed, the vision of this poem came to me. I thought of the woman in Luke 7 who anointed Jesus’ feet. And it just came to me like never before that, in Jesus, God was physically present in our world and to people. I…
Worthy to Receive Glory
Made to honor, we give fealty,
We seek true north like a needle.
But to look for your king
in a pulpit, disappoints;
in a government, fails;
in the mirror, distorts.
Look instead with the eyes of your heart
to the Wounded who heals;
to the Throne that is true;
to the Lamb who was slain,
Christ the King.
–Catherine Lawton
© 2018, 2020
Autumn Walk Along the Poudre River Trail I go down by the river in autumn breeze that quakes gold leaves on craggy trees and skitters dry ones at my feet. The chill breeze hints of snowy peaks, lifts cricket songs, soars hawks on high, sails wispy clouds across clear-blue sky. I see Kingfisher, Yellow-legs, bright…
The glory, sorrow and unquestionable beauty of life are encapsulated in Catherine Lawton’s Remembering Softly. Lawton’s prose gently captures, like coaxing a firefly into the palm, the indescribable joy of simply seeing nature and the world in action. Sure, there are vile things out there, but there are precious things which overcome them and are…
