The virus keeps us Home and heart are everywhere Blue flowers are too Source of all blessings You bless us with faith when we have done all we can to protect those we love. You bless us with love when so many parts of our life seem bleak. You bless us … Continue reading Blue Flowers Are Too
My contemplation Begins in dark, ends in light Called by the bird's song. Source of all blessings You bless us with people who care for people they have never met, Who sacrifice for others they will never know, Who go hungry so the hungry may eat. May I be more like these saints … Continue reading Called By The Bird’s Song
Poets, authors, all Artists draw from deeper wells To replenish souls. Source Of All Blessings You bless us with mystery The unknown, the unknowable, and the unlikely. May I always open all of me Heart, mind, body, spirit To all that might be. Thank you for thin places Deep spaces Warm … Continue reading Artists Draw From Deeper Wells
Sitting alonely My breath becomes my only One-with-all, wholly Source of all blessings You bless us with red, rich wine and friendly puppies, Birds who sing in mornings and ministers for mournings. Thank you for all gifts unearned and earned alike, Even the gifts, unbidden, of suffering and sacrifice. You bless us with Love, … Continue reading May I Greet Each Day Like Opening Night
I owe ten thousand Tears for ten thousand species Extinctified. Gone. Source of all blessings you bless us with change we did not seek or want. You push us out of our ruts and comfort and ask us to learn and adapt and grow and question and survive and to thrive and to appreciate … Continue reading I Owe Ten Thousand Tears
Who shall I become I know who I am, my age Life is not over Source of all blessings, you bless us with lotion for drying skin, with blankets for a cold night. You bless us with the ability to forgive. You bless us with solitude when we need quiet reflection. May I provide … Continue reading Who Shall I Become?
My feet are covered Warm socks and blanket soft Outside the storm’s rage This time of year, sitting at the tipping point between seasons, I waver between melancholy and expectation. It’s a time of change, of emerging, and of energy. I feel that hope within. But I will miss the long night, the warm blanket … Continue reading Sitting At The Tipping Point Between Seasons
At 5:00 a.m. books Are written, before others Wake, and dreams come true. ~Written 12-26-19 Here are some haikus to complete 2019. This year I took up the practice of writing haiku. The purpose? To develop my abilities to express some small something that's really a big bigthing, succinctly. To develop my ability … Continue reading At 5:00 a.m. Books Are Written
I’ll take a cloud float I’d like a root bier Please sir, a manana split ~Grasshoppuh Mike I have become enamored with reading and writing haiku's, as family, friends, and readers can patiently attest. I follow the guidance found in The Art Of Pausing, which I wrote about here, saying "...the theme of the book is pausing, but … Continue reading I’ll Take A Cloud Float
Haikus have lines of 5 syllables, 7 syllables, and then 5 syllables). There are a number of benefits from writing them regularly. Here are some examples I have composed: I've been to the mountaintop. Not so. A summit. Still, vast is the view. A backyard playground. Laughing dogs, barking kids. Now...still. Broken home. … Continue reading Haiku
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