Come to Us

God, only God boundless as the wind wide as heaven’s sky, You, only You can make us filled within can be our what, our why. – We long for peace and grasp at wrath and war, seizing all You “no’s”. We long for love, rest from sad and sore, joy and full release. – Grace […]

To a Puffer Fish

If I could simply swallow O the way you can swallow H2O, then I would float up in the sky a spiky balloon and stab the clouds till they showered water droplets over me. – You get to float— an over-eaten beach ball— pumbling in tumbling currents down beneath the chopped-up waves No one tries […]

Water-Spray

They swim in briny shiny wetness catching sun-glint on their chrome, black and white, partitioned thunder glory-fear of ocean’s dome. – Spray of droplets, splashing wave-wash acro-leap of practiced skill. Arc of power, grace and wonder whapping back to sea with thrill. – Wakes of foaming in the gloaming– orcas trailing toward the west; water […]

Sounds of Silence

Still. Unrumphled. Bobbing slow in whackish troughs. Below in dappled water caves, deep and low, beneath the waves where somnolescent turtle kings, and shining silver clouding darts swim in sudden loops and starts hear the somber manta ray trundle silently away far from light and fright and day.

Mercy Clouds

He opened up the skies and mercy fell to earth in silver-lines the rains of sacrificial grace. – And here we stand immersed in water sparks of love grieving that the rains put out our sacrifice. – We see the pluming smoke– our idols unappeased– as Father bends and opens up His arms to us. […]

Day Three

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, pexels

Reflections

That bird’s reflection seems to wave and wing from other worlds a ripple fold of ancient hope and crystaled good (though far away)

Effulgence

Just across the grave-gray pond a thousand sliver boats of light bear, like messengers, their glint and gleam to us. A whisper—faint— from far across where park lamps throw their starbled shine while shadows close the farther shore in darkening blue and gray.

Feather Step

They skip by tripping over water extending beaks like legs in dance, then twirling upward on the windsea borne along till touch again – They twist in wind gusts, dip in wave troughs beaks catch darts of silver sleeks. freespin breezeward, riding wing sails. Sky swirl dancers of the sea

I Reach for Grace

I reach for grace like stretching for a cup of water in the heat that seems too far away. – My fingers seem at best to scratch the back of worn and weathered hands that hold the drink I crave – My mind. Practical. like sluffing off a test I know I cannot ace. Should […]