Category: poetry


I Am Prayer


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

I am prayer:
Broken to pieces
Scattered…….
In a breathless
Beseeching.

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

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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

In All Love


lover-is-love

In all love
there is a love begetting,
a love begotten,
and a love proceeding…….
love in the fountain
and love in the stream
are both the same…….
equal in timeless glory
love…….flowing
from the lover
is the lover
coming alive within
his beloved…….
love in the bosom
is the parent of love…….
love in flow
is the event of love…….
and love within another
is the glory of love.

growing old


the-breath-of-autumn

 

the breath of autumn
nurtures weary lives…….
in that stillness of an early frost
we catch the sounds
…….unheaded…….
in the playful summer sun
a warbled trill, a rustling bush
and the crunch of frozen ground
speak of the many strings of life
within this symphony of being
so agreeably set,
that we perceive not
its many separate parts

I Hear A Noise


labyrinth2

I hear a noise……a shout…….a cry, hushed, into the whispering sobs of an overwhelming fear…….a fear that paralyzes a soul facing endless options and few choices…….so it whimpers along, stuck; in its own chosen image…….claiming an authority undermined by its own experience…….but then again, it is for the experience, you see…….just for the experience…….hear the voices from the crowd…….take a selfie, or it didn’t happen…….project an image…….just something to give it expression: another one of the fragments that we shore against our ruins, as we hide inside…….alone, inside…….in the dark.

Moments


at-the-center-of-our-being1

even here the earth shakes
the trees I know, the shadows I know, the rain I know
it has stopped now,
as the sun pushes through the pines,
the air resounds with
the sounds of creeks, birds, and wild water;
the quails whistle in the wet bushes,
a silly noise, to be delighted in only because
it is the voice of the moment,
then, a sudden aloneness,
within that wordless union;
I close my eyes and sink into this watered world
of which I am a part,
and the world lives on,
with me in it,
for I am not alien to it…….
what I do is live…….how I pray is breathe

I Am Music


i am music

I am music, lost in life’s passion; I am the portrait, scarred with the colors of rage…….I am both living stone; and written page; created across separate realms, to live in many ways: many lives…….all at the same time…….perhaps, throughout all time……..

I saw a time,
When all voices
Rejoiced together
…….alive…….
In the music of creation,
Singing the song,
As if it was our very own

I have been chosen for a banquet; and crushed in a cup…….alive in a kingdom; and dead in the dust…….pursued, nurtured, and developed…….living a creativity that is both me; and beyond me…….entwined, surrounded, and enveloped…….His light in me…….changing form…….like a life storm…….shimmering…….in the flash…………..glowing warm…….a meteor swarm…….phenomenal!

Timeless Moments


timeless moments

approaching the hour of living dusk,
we are reminded of the patterns of
our timeless moments;
like cycles of birth and death…….
like images of laughter, and pain
scattered as living seed
across the confluence of time and eternity,
merging, in the endless flow
of all moments that have died
swallowed, in a race to save time…….
or spend time…….
or slow time…….
or find time…….
every moment,
reaching out of the silence,
depending on what has passed before:
the living and the dead…….
alive in the moment…….
only moments apart.

By The River


down by the river

walking down by the river,
i hear a melody
in slow and soft inflections
beckoning me back…….
the intoned vibrations of the journey
speak to me of life…….a life
singing new worlds into existence.

there is a music
alive in the sonic and lyrical response
of the living soul
trying to locate himself
to understand…….to see…….
and to know, once again
that sense of wonder and beauty.

in subtle whispers and quiet tones
we create a place…….
a map in songline within the heart
slowing to a soft spoken incantation
evoking that moment of eternity;
reconnecting us to feel and touch, and
learning the paths by singing them as we walk.