I look at you And I shake at the knees Even one day ahead Too much for me to perceive To Control you is impossible To take hold of you improbable Let Go and Let God It’s all that remains.
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Weathered and Beaten
Once a young seed Storm after storm raged on Winds howled Sun Beat down Trampled under hoof Nests made and hollowed out Used up for all I’m worth I’m weathered and beaten My age has shown.
Poem – Great Love of Mine
Don’t you know? Can you not perceive? Are you so unwise? Do you lack such insight? Do you not look into my eyes to see? Do you open your ears to hear? My Great Love for you! My Great Love for you! My Lord, Adonai I have refused to hear I have refused to seeContinue reading “Poem – Great Love of Mine”
Poem – Believing in the Shadow
This was a prose poem I wrote a few years ago after a long summer waiting in Yellowstone National Park. I was often alone and wondering where the next glimpse of hope would come from. I feel much the same way today and I hope you will enjoy! Did You know? When you created me…Continue reading “Poem – Believing in the Shadow”
Migrating with the Seasons
Some of us are migratory. The creative spark, It doesn’t thrive in in monotony, No matter how wonderful the monotony. Taking off to new lands Where the foraging is fresh Where the fruit is in season Where standing still is never an option.
Roaming Among the Berries
While his mother was foraging, this little cub was stumbling around through the bushes and downed trees picking berries as he was able to reach them. At times succeeding, and at other times failing and falling back into the bushes. Little bear You are so cared for Your mother never losing sight of you NotContinue reading “Roaming Among the Berries”
Peek A Boo
I came across this little guy’s momma first and then out of nowhere he ran straight up a tree and looked back up at me and my camera. It’s an unforgettable moment both how cute and playful these little black bears can be. As I left the sow and her two cubs they were takingContinue reading “Peek A Boo”
Walking Into Paradise
I Dream Pain so deep I have to Dream Grassy Fields and Mountains High Maybe One day we will walk freely among them Private Signs and Bodily Limits Will have no hold on us Be it far from me to understand. The day will come when my mind no longer plays games When living isContinue reading “Walking Into Paradise”
Falling into Eternity
Changing Seasons Colors no longer rhyme Stark Contrast Between what is and what will be.
Beauty: All in the Details
Real Beauty is Found in the Details While we can be fooled by Falsified Flashiness The Subtle Beauty that Flows from the Heart Is Found only when taking a closer look.