During last night’s near full moon we had a bonfire. Here is how I experienced it. A full moon and fireflies, a bonfire, a cloudless sky; beauty written upon this night. Upon my heart even more the Word of the Lord . I am awash in light.
Category: Poems
Perfect Summer Day
Soft breeze is blowing, birds distant calling, bees buzzing on in their way. I am awake, just barely; seeing orange through my eyelids on a perfect summer day.
Rise
I will lift a finger for you I will lift both hands too Always in my mind I’m heavy lifting all the time hoping I can be one to help you rise. Won’t you rise above all your sorrow? Won’t you rise above self doubt and fear? If the words are hidden here I will… Continue reading Rise
The Falling Man
The falling man is at your feet it’s happened once again. His latest fail is incomplete like everything he’s done. Why does the man get up again no one really knows; he’s only bound to fall and then watch out, there he goes! The falling man is on his way tumbling through the sky a… Continue reading The Falling Man
Envy
We are being seduced daily with images and messages intended to create envy. Envy destroys contentment. Raise your awareness of the perils and destructiveness of envy. Read on. Envy is a slow poison in your blood. Envy kills. Envy is a collar around your neck. To this collar is fastened a leash, so long it… Continue reading Envy
Shine
I did not mean to make you wait to see me shine. I was just trying to clear the clouds from my mind which is a thing I need not have done for even on the darkest day the Son can shine through anyone.
Beauty Finds Me
For Sarah on her birthday. Beauty finds me in the shadows of the garden contemplating beauty as I’ve often done before. Beauty finds me on the rocks along the ocean as the waves come rolling gently into shore. Beauty finds me dreaming eyes wide open day or night it makes no matter where you are.… Continue reading Beauty Finds Me
Tracks In the snow
This writer had the privilege of working with Milford artist Paul Tibedeau for an entry in the 2019 Village Fine Arts Association Poetry Art Night Exhibit and Competition. Paul’s beautiful Plein Air Painting “Tracks in the Snow” was the basis for our entry, and also became the name for the poem which I composed as… Continue reading Tracks In the snow
Rain Over Snow
Rain over snow wet over cold you know the feel of a great frigid drop down your collar on your back. The chill is not exhilarating on this grey day; not like a snowball fight with hand-packed powder exploding on your face, or a bumpy ride down your favorite slope dodging trees and landing in… Continue reading Rain Over Snow
The Octopus and I
The octopus and I met quite by accident as a rock appeared to have more to it than a rock so I paused and looked and saw that reddish knob move ever so slightly. I knew her intent was that I should not see her atop that rock in daylight in open water for she… Continue reading The Octopus and I