Category: Haiku


ROSESONG, a gentle haiku:


i am the music
and pulse of another life
a resonant chord

i am life…….in life
evoking life, in the rhythms
of my gentle sigh

a wistful nightsong
like the yearning of the rose
musing with the dew

in notes of promise
stirring life in the lyric
of a gentle rain

to be a bearer
in the promise that is life
is promise enough

to be life is life
rising ever into Him
song to living song

Riddle in Haiku


riddle-in-hyku

waters of the soul
a glass imagination
lie deep in questions

life lives in questions
in the tension of the search
the thrill of seeking

the journey is all
journey is destination
soul discovery

A Haiku


dew on the rose

shall the lifting rose
rejoice against the dewdrop
hanging by a thread

does the winter rain
beckon into the bossom
of a frozen land

to be a bearer
in the wholeness that is life
is praise high enough

to be life…….in life
evoking life, within the smell
of a gentle rain.

Renew Life Again


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I can see my life,
Woven, into the embers
Of a summer sky;

A soften transit
Into the dream-crossed twilight
Of uncounted years;

Threads, like ribbon skies
Between the eaves of heaven,
Braid my resting place;

Horizons expand,
And shadows of light display
Their smirks of whimsy;

Sacred encounters,
In His close and subtle touch,
Renew life within.

The Dragon Ascends


dead dragon

The dragon ascends
On the thermals of chaos,
And the winds of wrath.

Eyes of malison,
Cold…grim, as the grey wolf,
Scan the horizon.

Seeking prey below,
With cold heart, and bloody hand,
Shield answers to shaft.

A voice like thunder,
Impaled on pain’s own blade;
A blast of trumpets.

Now the ravens sing;
On the eve of carrion,
And heavy hand play.

Hoarsely barks the crow;
Warm blood upon his feathers
From the fallen one.

Here he lies, alone;
For stone dead has no fellow:
Dry bones waste away.

A Floret


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In that barren land,
A Floret, grows among thorns;
Calling out softly,

Like a whispering,
That comes gently on the wind:
“I Am Life to you.”

“It is I”



There is a voice within the storm, through the howling wind and the sting of spray, they could hear Him ……. as we too can hear Him ……. lightly at first, then stronger ……. “It is I”
“It is I!” ……. “Take courage; It is I. Be not afraid.”

Listen, my friends, to the voice of our Lord, who calls amid the storm ……. it is I that sent the tempest, that you might call on Me ……. That when you call; I might answer ……. that
when you cry out; I shall say, “Here I Am.”

It is I who sent your affliction ……. to be in it with you.

It is I who kindled the furnace ……. that you might shine as jasper

It is I who formed your burden, ……. that you might partake of My strength.

It is I who mixed your cup of grief ……. that you might drink of the Waters of Life.

It is I, my beloved, who have done all.

I make the clouds as My chariot, and clothe Myself with the tempest for raiment, I come to you on the wings of the wind; for I have redeemed thee, I have called thee by thy name; thou art mine.   When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee ……. For I am the LORD thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour …….   Take courage, It is I. Do not be afraid.

My Light,
That flashed so brightly
In the tempests beauty,
Has lost none of its Luster;
The River of Life,
That flows
Through all ages,
Will not dry-up
In the sands of time;
The Fire which blazed so clear,
Will not die down to ash;
I AM still your refuge.

It is I who permitted . . . that enemy to assail you …… the slander that blasts upon you ……. the arrow to wound you ……. and those needs that drove you to your knees …….
Your affliction did not spring out of the ground, but came down from above ……. to clothe you in My robes of ebony and pearl.

I have sent all in love ……. This sickness is not unto death ……. But for the glory of God

Have not I commanded thee? Be strong and of a good courage; be not afraid, neither be thou dismayed: for I AM the LORD thy God; and I will be with thee wheresoever you may go.

As your bereavement bows you to the earth ……. your tears of grief ……. are but the seeds of life ……. nourishing the spot made sacred in your weeping.

It is I, who order, arrange, and control all.

In every stormy wind ……. in every dark and evil night ……. in every lonesome hour ……. it is My voice you hear calling to you ……. saying “It is I”

I am the flower,
Even the Rose of Sharon,
Clothed in fragrant grace.

In the wilderness,
I shall blossom in the dew,
Sweet fragrance for all.

East in the desert,
You shall find Me among thorns,
Calling you softly.

Beloved, come to Me
Stroll and play, learn more of Me,
I am Life to you.

To the abscised soul,
I am the balm of Gilead,
To soothe and refresh.

To the downtrodden,
The Lilley of the valley,
Adorned in Glory.

Come ye unto Me,
That I may take root in you,
And Blossom within.

My yoke is easy,
Just a small burden I bring,
In exchange for life.

Bend low with thine ear,
Hear the whisper of My heart,
Come to Me my love.

And because you have set your love upon me, therefore will I deliver you: I will set you on high, because you hath known My name. You shall call upon me, and I will answer you: I will be with you in (times of) trouble; I will deliver you, and honor you. — Psa 91:14 – 15 (slight translation adjustment according to Cunneda)


The dragon ascends,
As a falcon in the clouds,
Soaring wrathfully;

Rising, and searching,
In the thermals of chaos;
Seeking prey below.

Eyes of malison,
Wary, careful, cold as steel,
Grim, as the grey wolf:

Scan the horizon,
Through the mists of flaming breath,
Fixed, forward flaring.

His bosom is firm,
As porphyry and war-wood;
Hard, like the anvil.

Hatred, sharp, He bares;
With cold heart, and bloody hand,
Shield answers to shaft.

“The horns a’ burning,
This is no eastward dawning,”
Screamed the fowls of war:

Now the ravens sing;
On the eve of carrion,
And heavy hand play.

From the north they come,
Gliding on a grove of spears;
Glittering, the hosts;

Mounted warriors,
Mighty men, dressed in sable;
Banners fluttering.

The voice of thunder,
Arrousing fury; bloodlust;
A blast of trumpets!

Onwards surged the war;
Like a cloud upon the land,
To take spoil, and prey.

To drive from the land,
The people of the promise;
And His holy One.

Now, will His fury
Well up the fires of His wrath,
To make His name known.

On the barren slopes,
Will He smite thy lance and bow;
Thou, and all thy bands:

He has called the beasts,
And the birds of prey, to feast
On His sacrifice.

Hoarsely barks the crow;
Wet blood upon his feathers,
o’er the fallen prince.

Here he lies, alone;
For stone dead has no fellow:
Dry bones waste away.

Life’s Highest Calling


Life’s highest calling;
Is a twining of our soul,
With the heart of God.

When He is come near:
Enters my inmost being;
His Life flows to me

All embracing life!
He has surely become mine;
As I become His.

My soul is swept up,
In the embrace of His arms:
Like running on air!

Bound up completely,
In the raw penetration,
Of His loving gaze.

Transformed from within;
So to live my life without,
Unto His glory.

The Rose of Sharon


I am the flower,
Even the Rose of Sharon,
Clothed in fragrant grace.

In the wilderness,
I shall blossom in the dew,
Sweet fragrance for all.

East in the desert,
You shall find Me among thorns,
Calling you softly.

Beloved, come to Me
Stroll and play, learn more of Me,
I am Life to you.

To the abscised soul,
I am the balm of Gilead,
To soothe and refresh.

To the downtrodden,
The Lilley of the valley,
Adorned in Glory.

Come ye unto Me,
That I may take root in you,
And Blossom within.

My yoke is easy,
Just a small burden I bring,
In exchange for life.

Bend low with thine ear,
Hear the whisper of My heart,
Come to Me my love.