donna arthur downs

Fleeting days… moments filled with hope yet the realization: all we’ve known has too soon passed. Surely more exists for spiritual beings living in corpses o...

While visiting a beautiful property the other day, I saw a blue heron. Almost magically, it swooped down from the clouds into a nearby pond and serenely sett...

Father, open up mine eyes to vast, exquisite, painted skies. At sins of yesteryear’s demise, Your handiwork illumes the skies, brings brisk new birth from da...

In my little cabin in the middle of the wood, I awake and see the seasons, and my heart sings all is good. I listen for the birdsong wafting softly through t...

So many times for so many years the scenery in front of his eyes has changed yet remains the same. In this house on this side of the glass excited and fright...

As I talked to my momma tonight, we mentioned aches and pains and Aunt Freida who’s 92 and can’t figure out why her body hurts. I said, “Well, she IS kinda o...

Each step forward is one more toward eternity, like it or not. New beginnings foster the end to life as we’ve known it; ready or not, here they come. Do clou...

. . . Gone . . . Fishin' Through dandelioned meadow, up steep grassy hill, down to the babbling brook, I strolled in the breeze, pants rolled to my knees, wi...

for Jessa I love my bunny and my bunny loves me…. Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny bee. I love my bunny as far as I can see…. Bunny, bunny, bunny, bunny, bu...

In the still, crisp night life’s brevity gasps for air, trapped in the realization of without faith it is not only impossible to please him but simply imposs...

Down the path back through the woods is where I like to go, no matter if the grass is green or covered up with snow. From our house to the cabin, I scurry to...

As sun peeks over brilliant horizon restless waves scatter lifeless shells on silver shore. Creatures great and small wander ocean depths but where shallow m...

As I sat with wet, grey hair, my shoulders covered by a black, plastic cape, the snipping sounds of my hairdresser’s scissors were overtaken by the woman cut...

Several people have asked me for this poem, so I'm putting it here in case anyone finds it meaningful. :) Treasures Treasures aren’t held in boxes nor found ...

As I lay beside my baby girl on the air mattress at the foot of the bed in her small room upstairs, deep in thought, she began picking at a strand of my hair...

Small work boots danced on the flatbed train, first one knee high in the air, then another. He suddenly stopped and lifted his arms, extending little hands t...

What is it about a child's fearless joy that causes trembling, laughter, tears of joy and melancholy? Perhaps it's remembering our own young children, knowin...

As I headed to the mailbox this morning, the crisp air of January met me afresh. The snow covering the once-green grass barely crunched below my feet, and I ...

Abundant life? The question raised in church that Sunday morning was, “Do you have an abundant life?” To my left was a young family who has been in my life f...