Wings

The call is long and lonesome, as he circles in rounds of rigorous flight. I squint to see his form drift on mild currents; a shadow searching for prey, predictor or partner? Power emerges from his pristine wings, talons sharp and curved to cuddle prey, aquiline nose -hooked beak- for tearing flesh or perhaps, tenderlyContinue reading “Wings”

Waters

“The earth is the Lord’s, and all its fullness, The world and those who dwell therein. For He has founded it upon the seas, And established it upon the waters. Psalm 24:1-2 Eddies formed along a rocky river bank;swirling in steady circles to shape winsome whirlpools whirling in flowing currents. A few spun ever soContinue reading “Waters”

His Call

He calls and repeats his call,it travels on the tepid breeze,encircles the weary woodland,rises up to crafty cumulus clouds,trails passed each blade of grassand falls into empty, murky marsh. He waits and waits even longer,his tune falls to silent, vacant realms knowing her image trails in his mind,lifts his head and rises high to listening,heContinue reading “His Call”

Spring Hope

If I could paint a landscape of spring,to reveal the magic it can truly bring,it would be of forsythia’s brilliant showwhere yellow blooms abundantly grow!Of a carpet of green after months of tan;cool, curly blades of grass, budding leaf,and new flower bulbs deep in dirty sand.Warmth in the fresh air as if to knowits lifebloodContinue reading “Spring Hope”

A Vine

What is a branch without a leaf,a lovely, lush, living gem of green?Where does the vine first connectbeneath the dark, deep, dim earth?When does the branch give birthto tender bud, to juicy fruit, to life?Why does the branch bare badly;it has dried and is no longer rooted. Without sturdy roots,a branch becomes just tinder; embersContinue reading “A Vine”

Easter Morning: a Resurrection

Months have passed like dawn and dusk,the year the world was unable to join to celebrate an event which changed history; not just history but one’s eternity. As morning sun rises in warm eastern sky,bird songs echo in the budding woodland,the air is vibrant with life as if a new bornhas been birthed; but it’sContinue reading “Easter Morning: a Resurrection”

Aging

Dawn no longer comes,it is dry as hung garments.Moon and stars vanishleaving me dim, dreary days;seeds of youthful faith linger. “Remember now your Creator in the days of your youth, Before the difficult days come, and the years draw near when you say, “I have no pleasure in them”: While the sun and the light,Continue reading “Aging”

Listening

We just muddle throughsince some roads have no escape; to which two eyes learn. Hidden deep within the underbrush two ears and one tail steadily staresstudying its options for quick escape. Buried deep down within the heart,too tall a tale privately told forlearning of lessons with laughter. Concealed deep, an earthly secretto which we’re drawn listeningContinue reading “Listening”

Beneath the Moon

Beneath the summer moon,hidden bats fill empty street.Flap their leathery wings, meetthe darken shadows in twilight. Silent flight, soar without tuneas inky blackness settles land.Silhouette of massive trees standcrowded limbs gather in my sight; Swooping in circles tightly hewnby brazen bat’s erratic moves;their signature etched groovesin hushed moonlit summer night. Hope is not a messageContinue reading “Beneath the Moon”

Burdens

Days grow weary from our burdenslonging we look for renewed strength, mind andspirit;as winds of time toss then tremblehoping,yearning for souls to freely yield,to berenewed by wings from Heaven;released,from earthly things which encumber;freedomin the things of Godforever! “Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall. But those who wait upon theContinue reading “Burdens”