Mount Zion

I sit still… Amidst hollow landscapes the air breaths spring tunes, as ancients from length of days. I sit still… Watching sun blushing early morn; day passes beneath the moon settles, as aged earth lingers and groans. “Then the moon shall be confounded, And the sun ashamed, when the Lord of host Shall reign inContinue reading “Mount Zion”

First Snow

How dreary thorns in flesh? Russet hues in wintry light; against dismal resting earth. It’s here first snow appears; scatters crystals among trees, interrupts rioting leaves of fall. Where comes storehouses of snow? God binds them in unreachable homes; unleashing flakes at His sovereign will. A child sees first snow differently, when mossy earth isContinue reading “First Snow”

My Father

My father was a quiet man, as men born then often were, the world so different then. Orphaned at 10, scarcely educated, lived through WWI and the Great US Depression, and fought at Pearl Harbor. These things all left scars. When the boys came home from war he tried to live a normal life. MarriedContinue reading “My Father”

Shadow Light

As an infant, I recall the old maple tree’s leaf shadows frolicking across the bedroom walls. This is my earliest memory. The umbra of the crib sheltered me while the flicker of light played tag with the afternoon shade. I must have pondered this display, as a child does in the newness of the world,Continue reading “Shadow Light”

River’s Whippoorwill

  An enduring whippoorwill; I heard upon waterbed drift lonesome. Heard its mournful echo faint and hollow… Its whimper wooed, wooed, wooed; endless whoop, ever wakeful summon high upon a darken limb. Bring forth… what image I encompass, loosen in undying universe; boundless, pondering, mulling, casting tracing voice to correlate human notes. Yet what linkContinue reading “River’s Whippoorwill”

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 ofContinue reading “Food for Life”

Wintry Lane

It is often I scamper to the woods to wash my thoughts of day. Beneath the forest crown, upon the threshing floor, and within the arms of watchful limbs I plunge sure-footed down wooded lane. Breathe in the mollify melody of birds among the trees. Feel the ease of earth between my toes. Inhale theContinue reading “Wintry Lane”

A Moment

Sandhill Cranes from a few summers ago… I meander thawing meadow path. My grandson trails behind. Above a sandhill crane soars across muted sky. Mud caked hove prints cover our way. I gaze at my grandson. His eyes filled with wonder, as he freely asks questions. Questions about the nature of life. Trotting on throughContinue reading “A Moment”