Morning light, spilt through foliage, splashing the grass with gold; the simple, daily pouring of nourishment into a crumbling world.Read more "Morning Light"
The little bird that flies beneath the puffed up sky owns the gift of life and the pleasure of God’s eye.Read more "The Little Bird that Flies"
I carry truth on my tongue and lies in my hands and people learn by what they see and You know the entirety of me— mind and heart divorced. The mind is not enough; I would love You with my strength, the truth served from heart to hands so they and I both understand reality […]Read more "Truth in My Hands"
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"
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"