Lucia Haase

Weald Song

Weald Song In summer’s hall, a sweetened air here permeates my garden walk; in ancient words of vibrant prayers — by hand of God, the flowers talk of Eden and of Genesis . . . such flows the realm of nature’s bliss. From roots to blooms, a thriving course, reflections of my own being — […]


Heavenly ‘Tis lovely when they sing from bough to bough, the time is here . . . the time is now when Spring arrives upon wind’s tail. The world is welcomed in and without fail bares witness; miracles abound.  Each blossom seen, each petal found, re-heralding God’s Word — a breezing up and out of sighs […]