Category: poetry


the pedals of the rose
fold softly
in the morning dew
piercing the scars
with beads of life
pooling deep
in a heart so pure


I want to sing to my Lord
pure and free…….

I want to sing to my Lord
and not worry that I’m off key…….or out of step

I want to sing to my Lord
through the night…….into the Light

I want to sing to my Lord
of yearning and mourning and black dog skies

I want to sing to my Lord
for awakenings…….and eyes yet to open

I want to sing to my Lord
tales of freedom and freedom’s Kingdom

I want to sing to my Lord
songs from a heart that is willing in the day

I want to sing to my Lord
in lyrics of laughter…….of love…….of hope

I want to sing to my Lord
what else can I do…….what more can I be?

I want to sing to my Lord
for without a song…….there is no life; there is no me


a reverie

we are all
creatures of the imagination
flying free across the sky
in a reverie
unbounded by feathers…….

fixed in wanderlust
like fairy dust on the night air
beholding the stars
befriending the moonlight
and the winds that birth tornadoes…….

the freedom to fly
to lift above it all
is the freedom to wander
as oasis one day
and storm cloud the next…….

the fingers of dawn

i am
the fingers of dawn,
stretching forth
against the darkness
extending my heart,
awestruck by the gift,
the beauty,
and the miracle
of a new day
touched; awakened
realigned and healed:
i am soul; i am heart
i am spirit:
i am prayer

undulating perfection

so many winding roads
paths connected…….paths tangent
paths unseen…….even paths unknown
yet none are bespoken
to the seeking lamb
for all are somehow inherent
in his universe
for all he knows…….all he sees
has at its center
that life-long love
around which all paths
gather themselves
with the undulating perfection
of birds in flight


the sun settles early
on a cold November night
the depth of a soul
in flashes of
dying light
bouncing across the ripples
of my pond

life is faint
in the passing of the day
for the pedal
in the water
seeking that last
glimpse of light
in its dying dance
upon the waves

yet still i see the
miracle of promise
written in the
soft folds of
the rose pedal
who is its last hour
shared a life
with me

My Prayer

for the wholeness of thy people
may we come together
in Your power and Your glory
that we may ponder the beauty of God
in still waters and quiet spaces
may we hear the voice of God
whispered in the wind
may we find the stillness of God
in shimmer of the rainbow,
melding the moods of heaven and earth
in our seasons of beginnings and endings,
in our days darkness and light


i am reminded
of the harried patterns
within timeless moments;
in the confluence
of time and eternity,
in the endless interaction between
the living and the dead…….
alive in the moment…….
only moments apart.

I Am Prayer

I am prayer:
A soul
Cast into life…….
As both battlefield
And temple.

I am prayer:
Broken to pieces
In a breathless

I am prayer:
And I burn
To Love’s eternal fire;
There to glow
Like a satisfied desire…….

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