Saturday, March 26, 2016
on a fitful night
living from within the experience
the wild things of God
shelter their harvest
at the very core of my being
unfolding the soul
in visions from the fire
reaching through clocks
as a living encounter
a knowing.......beyond understanding
not a message.......there is no message
just a life that flows
perhaps that is the message
if there has to be a message
Wednesday, February 03, 2016
My love steals
Across the land,
Like a dew.......
Every scent and color.......
Till all lies before me;
Lustrous, and fragrant.......
If I cry to the heavens,
It is only that they may whisper to the earth.......
And the earth,
To the bursting lily,
And the wild vine, trailing on the hedge.......
And the bud, and the vine,
Into the heart of man.......
For I cannot shut out the hope of my love.
Monday, December 28, 2015
Saturday, December 12, 2015
Monday, November 02, 2015
I want to fly
Free across the sky;
Unbounded, by the fetters
Of my little world.......
I am transfixed by a wanderlust
That propels me,
Like fairy dust on the wind:
I want to see the stars,
To feel the winds that birth tornadoes,
To befriend the moonlight.......
Who so often guides me in its serenity;
I want to discover the beauty a land
Covered, in deep natural hues.......
The freedom to fly,
Is the freedom to wander
Across the land, as oasis one day,
And stormcloud the next,
To lift above it all,
And freely lay my bags behind.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Have we not pondered these things:
Even in childhood,
Through all our days,
And those long whimsical nights;
And have we not sung the songs
Out of the revelation of the story within us,
And around us;
And have not these songs been born within us,
To direct, and encourage us into the story;
To become one with it,
We seek it out.......
We see it in flickers of motion;
And as we grasp.......
It is we who are apprehended by the story;
And by the Storyteller, Himself:
We, have been apprehended on our search,
But it is the glory of God, to daily renew Himself;
And this apprehension,
For each time of its seeing.......
Is its own renewal.......
As if, this night of seeing it
As though I had not seen it before;
Does not mean that I have not seen it before:
I am not speaking here
About degrees of comprehension;
But of depths; of penetration.