October 2011
2 posts
Star Hill Ranch
Main street, Small Town, Old West, USA.
That’s where I’d think I landed
but for the road noise beyond the shrubby trees.
There’s a broad dusty street lined
by rustic wooden buildings set
with hardly a space to walk between
the old city hall, or maybe a dance room, or maybe
a restaurant, and the tiny little bar/sallon and then
the classic white church—double doors and steeple—
and something else I...
Tell You What You Know
Just because you know doesn’t mean you don’t need to be told:
the truth isn’t always true.
I know that you know who you—yeah I knew it too—
but let me take you back to the start.
I never knew what it meant, what it took
how to be (just) who I know that I am.
I still haven’t quite figured out how this works,
understood how I’m supposed to find myself (only) in Him.
But I know something now that I...
February 2011
2 posts
Chaos
Oh, God, So many thoughts swirling around in my head I can’t get any rest. Every time I close my eyes, Every time I try to think, or pause I get flung off the merry-go-round to a new set of tracks, Short little trains of disconnected thoughts.
It’s like a rapid-fire see-saw: Up and Down; There and Back; Again and Again. Where do i get off This treadmill I’ve been...
Mountain Making
This ground is smooth and level as far as eye can see A boulder here, a flower yonder But all considered: flat as can be
With every day that passes, I note with growing wonder That level ground is sinking down Like the whole world is going under
I cannot find the problem that has hit this peaceful town My closest friends, and neighbors too No longer seem to want to hang around
There’s...
January 2011
1 post
Christmas Song
Lying on a hotel bed Dreaming of...
December 2010
3 posts
Winter (3)
It’s times like these I really get confused When calender and weather don’t agree December 14th’s plastered on the news But August 10th is screaming from the trees I took a walk around my block today And stepped outside prepared to face the cold Instead I felt humidity’s embrace As beads of sweat began their quickening flow If you had dropped me straight out of the...
Winter (2)
Sitting inside—warm —staring out a window Through a foggy frost—ice —that plates the panes of glass Looking at a tree—dead —deprived of all its foliage Wishing I was out there—cold —shivering ‘neath the willow
Winter (1)
Fallen, fallen are the children of the autumn Deprived of all their dignity, trampled underfoot Barren, barren are the mothers of the forest Acquainted with bereavement, overwhelming loss
Alas! Alas! O who will mourn? For the orphans and the widows Have no voice
Empty, empty are the once luxuriant branches No more they bear their bounty, forsaken as the dark Grinded, grinded are the...
November 2010
8 posts
Leaf-Crunching
I wonder which is more insulting To a fallen leaf?
The joyous STOMP of a care-free little girl Going out of her way to step on all the leaves she can Looking for, exulting in, that satisfying crunch
or
The careless MARCH of a hurried business-man Giving neither care nor thought to what (or who) he tramples Thinking only, ever only, of his (next) destination
I suppose that’s loaded...
And He Said Peace
I was walking along in the way I was going,
Lost in my thoughts, far too many to count—
People problems, lonely feeling;
Trivial issues, seeking meaning
—Stopped by the moon, peaking out through the clouds,
I could wander no more this calm beauty ignoring.
…
If only I could describe the serenity of the sight:
I can picture it even now in my mind’s hazy eye
Like a...
Last Resistance
The sound of cars beyond the trees
Now a glimpse of road through the leaves
It would’ve fooled me: this forest vale
As I sit on the edge of this spongy mound—
Of old, dead grass piled bale on bale
—Where it drops off quick to the leafy ground
Of the forest floor; it’s so self contained!
This tranquil still midst the clatter and clang.
But is it mockery, or deceit
...
“Sometimes”
Sometimes I have one of...
The Sun
Bright-rimmed circle, glowing orange
Now rising slowly, burning gold
Ever higher, ever whiter
Sears the eye with purple fire
Flaming sphere of brilliant light
Runs its course in faded sky
Glowing still through cotton clouds
Pouring light on the distant ground
Falling slow, but ever faster
Down she goes to western pasture
Tinting heav’n with reddish hues
Last goodbyes ’til morning dew
...
“Nehemiah 9” / “Let It Be...