And maybe (somehow), off where grief will give loss becomes a better way to liveRead more "The Gift of Grief"
Over the woodlands, swooping low, teasing of summer as they go, the winds play in trees I know. They blow to the ends from the West. And every day the wide skies call the mighty king to his mountain hall. Across the fields his footsteps fall. The sun goes home to the West. Here, the […]Read more "In the West"
Green umbrella by the ocean shifted into sifting sand— little grains of crystalled rock-dust blowing toward the endless blue. – She shifts and lays aside her novel, blue as water far away where the wave line meets the sky wall like eternal, bright and fey. – Up above, the halcyon sky shine scatters light; a […]Read more "Morning Loss"
industrious bee searching for that last flower as the sun goes downRead more "Bee Haiku"
follow your heart wherever the blood runs many sons have gone before grasp that wild, intoxicating breath and gasp in vain for more the end is always death for the beheadedRead more "Follow Your Heart"
For all their glory words can be but feeble things when they have no soul.Read more "Words Haiku"
My singular hope the fiery rebuke of God nailed on Innocence.Read more "My Singular Hope"
Each day unfolds more leaves squinting in the sunshine welcome, newborn life!Read more "Springtime Haiku"
morning lay just beyond the stone the air washed clean of pain and sorrow in the darkness fingers brushed against linen smoothed folded over set apart for John bare feet on cool stone and the gilded glow of a new dayRead more "Grave Clothes"
Christ now raised and seated high, reigning Great Exalted, Lord of Light who hope supplied: life when death assaulted, Savior over sin and gloom Mystery of redemption, lead us to the empty tomb turn our gaze to heaven. – Shameless one you shared our shame lamb of God forsaken! Blameless Son You wore our blame: […]Read more "Christ the Great Exalted"