30 December 2009

the flight out.

like a midnight ocean,
little pockets of lights
dancing in its belly.

our lives grow ever smaller,
clouds of foam splash against hills,
break themsleves open,
swallowing up our diamonds.

soon an indigo expanse
silently rippling as far as my eyes can take me.
frozen it waits for the first reaches of dawn
and her brilliant light.

and i pretend we really do live at the bottom of the sea.

25 December 2009

why, Merry Christmas!

sheets of metal,
saw blades,
bezel roller...

AND a partridge in a pear tree :)

oh, yes...that means...surely it's true...jewelry time in 2010!!!!
hold on to your britches!
check back in a few weeks to see my progress...or perhaps,
but hopefully not, my lack there of.
i have oh so many ideas i can't wait to share with you.

right now, life is beating with the very rhythm of my soul.

hope your Christmas was/is merry and bright...
snuggle up with your dear ones and watch those lights dance.
today is the most wonderful of birthdays!

oh, AND we're leaving saturday to shoot a wedding in california
 like a couple of hot shots (pssssh!)...
that means....see you in 2010!!!

sarah beth

17 December 2009

risen with healing in His wings.

Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new born King,

peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled!"
Joyful, all ye nations rise,
join the triumph of the skies;
with th' angelic host proclaim,
"Christ is born in Bethlehem!"
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new born King!"

Christ, by highest heaven adored;
Christ, the everlasting Lord;
late in time behold Him come,
offspring of a virgin's womb.
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see;
hail th' incarnate Deity,
pleased with us in flesh to dwell,
Jesus, our Emmanuel.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new born King!"

Hail the heaven-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Sun of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings,
risen with healing in His wings.
Mild He lays His glory by,
born that we no more may die,
born to raise us from the earth,
born to give us second birth.
Hark! the herald angels sing,
"Glory to the new born King!"

thinking about the words,