Maple leaves falling,
floating, dancing to the ground
my heart flutters, awed!

(photo by Carla Romarate-Knipel, 10.27.25)
Maple leaves falling,
floating, dancing to the ground
my heart flutters, awed!

Pause for Haiku: Love in a Cup ☕️💕
made with affection
sweet, bitter deliciousness
cradled in a cup.

By Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

We were all young once
we skipped, we hopped, we danced
raced and ran
climbed trees, gazed at the sky,
wishing we could fly
and touch the stars.
Then we grew up, grew older
lost most of the awe and wonder
legs no longer strong and agile
our vision clouded, unable to see
beyond the haze of mortality’s doom.
Somewhere in between
the joy and the gloom –
a voice calls out an invitation
“Follow me…”
we hear a knocking
on the door of our hearts
the Lord of all Life
the Lord of the Dance
waiting to come in.
Anyone who opens the door
skipping, hopping, running
limping, shuffling, trudging
to let this Holy Guest in
will meet the Light of Lights,
who parts the clouds of doubt
to let the glory shine –
we become children once again
now and forevermore.

You started as buds
Sleeping green petals unfurled –
into purple hope

“Longing”
dear love, how are you?
i’m staring at the empty
chair — waiting for you
to show up, perhaps
in my latté’s aroma
wafting to my nose
straight to my sad heart —
mingling with my lonely breath,
your love bringing warmth.
in the eternal
NOW — will you come dance with me,
take me in your arms?

“Rhetorical”
Can one day
change the rest of my life?
Can three words
bring me to a place I’ve never been?
Can “hello” echo forever
and never say good-bye?
Can you be gone but still stay –
… in my heart,
… my memories,
till the end of my days?
Can the sound of your voice
linger …
in whispers of sweet-somethings,
secret words
only we know?
Can I move forward –
with the rest of my life
not leaving you behind?
Can I open my heart
to new possibilities …
trusting God and you
are always
with me?

The Gift of a Day
On a day like this
I wish you were here with me
to sit and just be.
On a day like this
memories of you visit me
to remind me I’m loved.
On a day like this
I take a deep breath, in awe –
thankful for God’s gift.
Finally, I’m done
“waiting for godot” – tragic
godot never comes!

Hope blooms
undaunted
by the gloom of despair.
crk 2.16.24


Christmas day is here
Emmanuel – God with Us
Wipes away my tears.