They are mothers, forefathers, mentors, warriors, and loved ones: Who conquered obstacles in the kingdoms of darkness, Who by their integrity and often, without words, Quenched the flames of idle rumors. They traveled miles on foot, by boat, or by plane. They made do with meager rations – So that we might gain a farContinue reading “An ode to those we admire – A Poem”
The Sun at Dawn’s gate opens To a rainbow of earthly gardens. Chandelier cotton clouds sparkle, Slow dancing with the Sun at noon. Sunset lifts its copper shield towards the horizon, Where the silken shadows of the deep – the night, falls.
But we are children of The light, The flames of the universe. Moonbeams and stardust sparkle in our eyes; Their distant closeness – our mortal expression of eternity.
French vanilla cookies ‘n cream cabbage flavored chocolate chip Mondays Rocky road heavenly mint hash tangy tomato Tuesdays. What more can be said of watercress waffle walnut Wednesdays or Butter pecan licorice garlic horseradish bacon ice cream Thursdays or daring dried kale rhubarb scented sprinkles on syrupy radish Sundaes – unusual sweet sensations with aContinue reading “Ice Cream Delight? – A stream of Unconscious poem”
For He created us to have our being: To flourish in it, To exercise inner wisdom, To find value in life’s ups and downs. To live in sacred anticipation of every moment. To revel in the beauty of every twig and thorn. And, looking upward, gaze at the expanse as a reminder – That weContinue reading “Our being – A Poem”
Who can describe the fabric of the wind. Or the force that drew the pattern of his existence. His thoughts are a garment we have not sewn. And his ways – a different fashion from our own.
Into high altitude, night climbs. A successful day over the horizon glides. Crisp linen pokes the wings of sleep. Comfortable in uncomfortableness counting sheep, Waiting for sleep to reroute Its chartered flight, To expectant Eyelids.
“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” ― Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Looking out at two figures in the Dawn. Their cart warbling in the waning morning Myst. Rusted coat-hanger held in unprotected hands Dig through the discarded. Sudden excitement in their posture – They found a treasure. Together, they tuck the precious cargo Into their cart bound valuables and go. What desperate measures, so dire, ToContinue reading “The cart – A Poem”
Infinitely more expensive than coins of gold. The currency of the heavens unfold – The rain in its seasons. Heaven made coins cascading earthward: Depositing wealth to the land, and Spending heaven’s immortal fortune – To deliver living water, To every soul.