Monday, September 20, 2021

 Silence in a Storm

Howling winds are great wolves speaking

from a grey-blue evening sky. Chilling rain

swirls through me, wind in my heart. I wait

in stillness

for the flash and rumbling roar. 

I am alive.

Thursday, January 7, 2021

Run Rabbit Run

We do not want to know
what haunts us deep within.
Run rabbit run. Shadow hide
the truth of what you feel.

Run through tree and branch.
Rabbit lost and searching freezes.
Terrain begins to ease the way.
We now know the path ahead.

Cougars fierce and graceful,
running, fade to spirit light.
Fear is gone. The path is clear.
We now know where we go.

Anguish sweeps through souls.
We know how wisdom grows.
It speaks to who we are
and where we need to start.

In God’s healing waiting now,
we cast aside our running ways.

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Shadow and Light

into the world
of our dreams,
my ethical daemon,
my spiritual healer.
I am your poet.

Aqua Dreams

Under an umbrella tree
where rhythm in waves
of a jungle ocean
crash the shoreline
in hushed smokey foam
reaching for driftwood and stone.
I watch from a bamboo cafe
aqua clouds and shadow gold,
seeing you.

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Our Land

Harsh and clear
wild geese cry
alive with sound
against subtle grays
in a low winter sun.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Finding Peace

Do not fear your past or who you are.
Forgive yourself and walk on.
Accept others, as they are

and forgive them
           all their wrongs.

for they, too, like you
                     are wounded.

Accept the world as it is.
Your restless ways belong to love.
The caring comfort God can make
will restore your soul in love.

In your deepest longing know
God can bring you home again.
I understand you can not see

this has always been:
         You are
                                   have always been.

You may live your life on earth
You may even press for change,
risking what you feel you can
for yourselves and each other.

Nevertheless, remember:
     Your life's meaning lies
            in my love for you.

Friday, October 17, 2014

Snow Spring

A wind rocks early buds.
I wrap my jacket closer.
Through a damp chill
exhilaration smiles
- anticipation.