The cat melts into liquid shade beside the fence. Only circle glowing eyes remind the wary walker a feline watches hereRead more "The Watcher"
Oh Savior you are beautiful fair beyond the sun that’s lately run its daily done and dips to sea again. – Your ways are deeper than the sea, and light danced ember waves. The secret graves of hidden caves are known before your eyes. – Your eyes can pierce the blackest night and thus you […]Read more "Fairer than the Dawn"
Cluck gobble, cluck chuck gobble all that pluck and buck and wobble all the birdlings’ flight and squabble come on down to Malvern hovel. – Malvern farmyard–chicken barnyard holds convention in the scarred yard. Craters, cages, all the discard fill the full convention courtyard. – Clucky Kleister, great foul shyster, grand emcee and pooba meister […]Read more "The Crime Convention"
I am a cloud along the sky blown by wind, i travel sprightly by. i see the kids having picnics with their parents far below. – Transient as morning dew dropped sometimes to earth– through glass i view a family… gathered at table. i wave by twinkling in the light. – And so like light, […]Read more "From Away"
I walk the darkened bunker walls where lockers line the way down the endless straight-wide tall as last at end of day I close the door to leave for home. – And there it shines—just at the end a light and shadow splotch that seems a little fire glow a sentry keeping watch a bit […]Read more "A Light at the End of the Hallway"
When He had on the third day seen as far as bent the waters green the endless upend, wave and roar the changedness of trough and tor and having perfect in His hand at length the Maker vasted land. – – – – – Petra M. Greening, pexelsRead more "Day Three"
Glowing medal slinging rays, coruscant, burnished, light, killing time in grand displays, come meet me after night. – – – Image by Christine Cravens from PixabayRead more "Pageantry"
You are the only One I cannot see— I’ve searched the faces on my crowded way, athirst for You—Your arms of flesh—to lay my head upon. And must it never be? You go with us, but how invisibly! I miss Your eyes when I look up to pray and wonder why You hide them far […]Read more "The Nearest One"
We all see ghosts—at least do I. They hang, sometimes, inside the mind the vision spots: fractured slits of broke morality They linger in the memory and sometimes make their presence known to tempt or tease or taunt. – They are because we put them there and loved them—once—from deep inside and gave too much […]Read more "Holy War"
Ana, Your grave lies small beside the grass, which short–I hear the sound of mowers still rises higher than the marbled flat within the ground. This place we laid you: never once to see the sun, or the brown and dying blades of life. But now the grass is green again and now the sun […]Read more "To Ana"