The Dwelling

On mucky, cloudy days there’s poetry in my pond. From solstice to equinox; it crosses winter’s ray. Admired the woodchuck, on his groundhog’s day. Yet, the busy muskrat chases Eternal clouds away. Grassy tower stands… it stirs, shifts, and sways. Till… last of days. “As water disappears from the sea, And a river becomes parched […]

Two Vines

Against a crust of snow a vibrant mask appears amidst white, a welcomed plight. Trailing, twisting, turning… Bitter sweet good-byes beckoning eyes to garner; baited, bribe’s delight. Stony slopes and timber thicket… Climbing woody heights, clamber in clusters, canker or cursed blight. Value the Veracious Vine… Drink not bittersweet liquor, dulls the shrouded mind, dims […]

Dispensing Pine

The poplar, pine and paper oak stretch crowns, trunks, and branches upward pose toward the Provider. Shedding of the old … needles bumping and bouncing clutching, clinging tree crevices. Chestnut cones tumbling; skid, slip, spill, stumble down each sturdy branch. Seeds donated for another season. “And God said, “See I have given you every herb […]

A Revelation

Weeping across empty, barren land; stricken skies balloon shades of grey. Billowing tears streak the earth’s face. Scattered, broken, blazing stars of eventide… rotund moon; a drop of burgundy blood. Sealed fate heavens melting away; “… sky receded as a scroll…” comes to naught. This piece is spun from Revelations 6:14; one day a true […]

Food for Life

I eat my meals in odd portions. An appetizer is an early morning prayer walk, as sunrise filters through budding trees. Main course is my quiet time as I page through the Bible feasting on meat sometimes new and often familiar. Dessert comes as twilight approaches; a stroll through savory woods with a song of […]

In the Word

Pain comes and days draw nigh as I birr to my fortress. My keep, a sanctuary of stability, reminds me life is vaster than misery. It makes naught the storm or season for I am steadfast. Roots, tendrils, sweep deep drinking rivers of fresh waters. Gales rip at unripe fruit; I surrender not a leaf. […]