The land is cursed— this desiccated earth stripped of life and cracking— the sun, a fire from the sky the seas and rivers, all run dry. I can feel the lacking in the cup You drank of dearth. And yet I do not thirst.Read more "Living Water"
The sun’s last light– this morning’s bright companion to the winding road, bounded by green fields, that stretches on to the horizon. – – – – Image from Ayden Sutton Unsplash.comRead more "Journey On"
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"
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"
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"
Somnolent, the blear of grassy brown and khaki bends down low before the tuneless rush of wind that lazily pursues its constant quest to touch the leaden sky that spreads abroad and wide and grey and quiet like a dream: the painted backdrop of the winging birds flying on before the smudge of ghostly sunlight […]Read more "Winter Rest"
Blow, gentle wind, blow— across the burdened trees, and bend the branches low. The fury of the sun scorched what he had won before his reign was done. And all the leaves are charred and doomed, but clinging hard to the life that left them scarred. Fall, weary leaves, fall, so the wind […]Read more "Surrender"
Come in parts before the world would arm and hear the music swelling in the breeze the first in form and substance of the plans of heav’nly wisdom. And like the breath that swept, omnipotent in touch, across the field unknown and still unknowingly at dawn the earth in satured palates rose anon. – And […]Read more "And It Was So"
If we really are the sun, why is it night when dark clouds come? —Read more "Human Brilliance"
Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with my life. I cannot emphasize this enough. Also, it means nothing. Literally. This is what happens when you listen to too much sappy pop music, and think “I could do THAT.” Performances of the song are welcome. But the name of the band MUST be “Parakeet Moon”. I […]Read more "I Find My Friend"