He is for you. He who shut the mouths of lions, The lamb who climbed Calvary to light Zion, The crown of thorns on the Rose of Sharon. He is for you. Who is with you as the night wanes, Who morns with you in the morning, His favor, the atom of your being, TheContinue reading “Lions – A Devotional Moment (A Poem)”
Ten curtains of inter-twined linen knit Flax into fabric veils of purple and white. Washed in the cold cycles of discomfort, Dried unto loving kindness’ relaxing fit, Flax’s spear-like shape, longevity’s needle, Embroidering its blooms that last a day; Onto eternity’s robes as timeless sachets.
As sunlight inspects its hue, The summer morning dew, Quickly bids the Sun adieu. Was it Dawn’s archer’s bow, Or perhaps in times long ago, Grass, trees, shrub and flower, Volunteered for daily adventure, To the secret gardens Babylon. Where, each morning the Sun Melts heaven’s permafrost ice, Into a sacred hanging chalice, Then carefullyContinue reading “Life’s morning cup – A Poem”
Give us this day, The kneads of the day: Oceans to breathe, A shelter to sleep in safety, Living water, A cloak to wear, Necessary food, Trees to admire, Kind words to speak, Words of love, Meaningful work, The privilege of health, A place to belong, And when trials/trails slow our pace, To be carriedContinue reading “The kneads of the day – A Poem”
O thou spoken words, Rehearsed from sacred chards, Now with your power take flight. Not on Icarus’ chariot, But fastened with a bell, On the gossamer wings of an Angel. And, when we need it most, Return to us as the sound of wise counsel.
Kick back and stare up at the clouds, They know how to hang out. Take fish photos near a teaming ocean inlet – “The fish don’t mind water; they’re already wet.” Listen to herding rain bleating on the window pane. Sleep eyed raindrops whisper to the snooze button again and again. Rest, the gracious interiorContinue reading “Thoughts from a raining day indoors – A Poem”
At nighttime: Life’s heart remembers to beat, The nightingale remembers its songs, The evening primrose remembers its fragrance, The night gladiolus remembers to bloom, The Sun remembers the horizon, All of created Light Remembers the darkness, And shines the inexhaustable beacon Of unconditional love, On us all.
Before sunrise splendor rolls up the horizon like a scroll. While nocturnal dreams under eyelids roll. Into the stillness beyond night’s gateway, Comes…the cool of the day. Where the fire of life – The invisible divine presence, Carries the tender waking soul, Into a new day.
Night and Day – the housekeepers of Time. Together: They scrub the sky – the roof of Time, So that we may tell the seasons. They remind us to number the days, So that we find our own ways, To the paths ahead. They polish the table of our daily bread – Our divine wages.Continue reading “Private Meditation: The housekeepers – A Poem”
Tulips, the candles of spring. Their blue, white and red blooms flicker In the cool breeze, An enchantment to the eyes. But their true mystery lies Deep in the dark, Where nutrient orbs, Withstand winter’s plight, And fuel their upward journey to the light.