Meet Jefferson Rowland
Essays, Poems and Others Musings

We sometimes get separated from our true calling at birth and create quite a stir while wandering aimlessly. The essays shared here come from my journey, my poetry from brief moments of clarity and the rest is fiction (maybe). I don't feel I have found my true calling yet, but do appreciate that I'm free to  pursue that search. Herein I share some of  'me' to date. I hope to stir in you some sense of connection.  

 

Poems:  Fabrication | Full Moon Promise  | Mother's Nature | The Field  | Living on the Borderline | Those Days | In Their Shadow

 

 

Winter Moments

 

There are times

the sun shines ‘just so’ on a field of snow,

oak and maple shadows stretch like

long skinny fingers across the dunes,

and the afternoon winds dance before dusk,

when you realize you are already in heaven,

even as your heart beats and eyes sparkle, and

wishing for more is a waste of time,

for this moment is a miracle,

as God sits with his arms around you,

once again.

 

© Jefferson Rowland, 2009

 

Poems:   Fabrication | Full Moon Promise  |  Mother's Nature  | The Field | Living on the Borderline | Those Days | In Their Shadow