Chill

My head encounters changing spaces

Bits of silver rush, blowing my mind in the quiet gale

What will I think tomorrow

Summer Morning

A memory from somewhere here and gone

Lime sherbet raspberries and cream

Held forever eternal like a love song

Summer morning…

Haiku

In eagerness hearty soil shows it’s worth

Northerly gusts defy nature’s pulse

Knotty roots push tender shoots fiercely sunward

 

Haiku

Notes open and close like Pandora’s Box

Joy in praise to God

Grace abounds as we seek His face

Emmanuel

Joyfully we adore Thee!
Come in great haste our Emmanuel!
Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him.

Joyfully we adore Thee!
Come in great haste our Emmanuel!
Raise our hearts in praise to glorify Him.

All laud and honor is our song.
Visit the hearts of your people!
Lift us to the place of your dwelling.

A babe who was promised,
Yes, a lamb once slain.
The Lion of Judah’s house proclaimed.

Give us voices to worship Him!

All laud and honor is our song.
Visit the hearts of your people!
Lift us to the place of your dwelling.

A babe who was promised,
Yes, a lamb once slain.
The Lion of Judah’s house proclaimed.

Give us voices to worship Him!

Straights and Creeks

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A lunar pull apart.

Born of self-same shelf.

Dig deep, Ye Pictorial Builders,

Ye Leatherneck Drivers!

One, young living coral.

Another, ancient decayed pluff.

May you tender the shelf.

Let your lines be straight.

Above the orb on reef and marsh

Life and death flow in sync.

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Dedicated to

RSD III

Photographer: Tanya Ackerman

Ominous Storms and Strange

Source: Ominous Storms and Strange

Ominous Storms and Strange

 

Beware ye Isle most glorious

of queens and kings both

Lions and Lambs.

Something wicked and strange

this way comes.

An Ophelien wind portends,

bending its vortexed eye

toward Dover.

The Ides of October

to history amend.

 

Blinding Grace

Line by line

 

Time,

passes, encompassing the soul

in exuberant joy.

Changing  life in fits and starts.

 

Turning, sweeping, leveling

like Autum wind,

Melding  new and old

into One.

 

Creating a blinding image,

more beautiful and rare

than eyes like mine deserve.

 

God,

in His infinite glory and faithfulness,

Pours out Grace upon Grace

Leaving me face down

in Wonder and Praise.