state of the world (2)

do not be afraid

we cannot see whole picture

love shall overcome

we must look beyond ourselves

Jesus Christ offers us HOPE!


state of the world

too easy angered,

people succumb to hatred

news gives me the chills

dissidents forced to conform

who can save us from ourselves?


A tanka linked to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai hosted by Chevrefeuille.

love’s sacrifice


LOVE is a strange beautiful mix of suffering and satisfaction.

take up your cross and follow

peace on earth

One of our joys with grandchildren nearby is to attend their school and Sunday School Christmas programs. It seems especially appropriate for children to share the good news of a special child’s birth. We smile at the fidgeting boys and shy girls as they line up on stage to take turns at a microphone. We’re gratified when they memorize their lines and speak (or read) them loud and clear.

But even if they stumble over the words or costumes, the effect is delightful. Our hearts warm to little cherubs softly singing “Away in a Manger” with motions and thrill to children’s choir belting out “NOEL, NOEL” to raise the roof.  A tingling rendition of “O Holy Night” played with color-coded hand bells is simply beautiful to our ears and surely must be to God’s as well. Thanks be to Him for his indescribable gift!

carols sung, bells rung

girl Mary holds baby doll

child’s heart of worship


Lisa hosts first haibun Monday of the new year at dVerse poetics…come join us!

destination: jubilation

You have shown me the path of life;
in your presence is fullness of joy,
with eternal pleasures at your right hand. Ps. 16:11



Jesus, JESUS
you are my JOY!
fountain of Life,
Lover of my soul
you shine the Way
as Alpha and Omega
(Beginning to End) of
my earthly JOURNEY…

…another Year past is
yet a Day closer to
Father and YOU!
Speed us on with
your Spirit, protect
us by your Angels,
and bring us safely
home, FREE at last!



“Free at last” phrase from Dr. Martin Luther King’s “I Have a Dream” speech.

tuna cat

Tuna, baby
you’re the one
you make playtime
so much fun
Tuna, baby
i’m meow-fully
fond of you.

my son & daughter-in-love’s cat, Tuna

You’re a love ball
made of fur
and we love to
hear you purr
Tuna, baby
we’re meow-fully
fond of you.

(Sung to the tune of “Rubber Ducky” by Bert on Sesame Street)

human race rondeau

“I think there’s just one kind of folks. Folks.” ~quote from Harper Lee in “To Kill A Mockingbird”, 1960.

I think there’s just one kind of folks.
In sinful hearts injustice soaks
To face ourselves is awful bind
Smug arrogance can make us blind
In victimhood momentum chokes.

True, different folks need different strokes
But racial focus racism stokes
Humanity bleeds red we’ll find
I think there’s just one kind of folks.

Abusive labels hate invokes
Hatred and fear division tokes
You may be privilege defined
My ancestors worse than unkind
We must end slurs, insults, bad jokes
I think there’s just one kind of folks…Folks!

A rondeau is a French form of poetry composed of 15 lines, each contain 8-10 syllables. Rondeaux are a fixed verse form of three stanzas: a quintet, a quatrain, and a sestet. The first line of first stanza serves as refrain repeated in the last line of second and third stanzas. Rondeaux have rhyme scheme as follows, with “R” representing the refrain: AABBA AABR AABBAR.

all must die

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12

note gray hairs
another wrinkle
an ache in bones
or problems with
private plumbing

forget a name or
why (oh why?) you
came into the room
then go back again
to seek missing key

the key to wisdom:
remember you die
but why (oh why)?
death comes by sin
it’s without & within

fear of death and
God’s wrath; we
deserve both yet
He bore worst of
both for you, me

believe in Son
sent from the One
in whom justice
and mercy meet;
our Father & home

Inspired by sermon on Psalm 90 today by Pastor John Lee.

rough night

my full moon-struck mind

meanders across misted expanse

catching on pinpricks of stars;

bumped off-course by wind howl

awakens foggy with dreams shredded.

thank you notes

Thank you, Father,
for ears to hear the
cacophonous symphony
of your amazing world;
each ear catches sound
and plays its own drum,
as tiny hammer, anvil
and stirrup ossicles
vibrate liquid waves
through spiraled cochlea
where hair receptors translate
electrical impulse to brain,
recognizing robin’s song

Blessed are you, great Designer!

Thank you, Father
for eyes to see the
panoramic kaleidoscope
of your amazing world;
each eye catches light
and refracts it through
pupil and lens aperture
as it passes through
vitreous humour jelly
to focus image on retina
where photoreceptors
translate electrical impulse
to brain by optic nerve,
recognizing child’s face.

Blessed are you, mighty Creator!



Response to David Whyte’s “Blessing for Sound” and “Blessing for Light” poems featured at dVerse poets tonight. Whom do we bless? Whom do we thank?

contemplative craxis

We celebrate starlorn season
and imagine it will always be
the way of traditional reason.

A quiet comfort finds me
hanging handmade ornaments
on lisolia of worn Christmas tree.

Can’t ignore niggling etherness
of family Christmas gathering;
another empty place at meal.

Alpert trumpets carols on CD
which triggers sharp heartspur
as one of Dad’s favorites on key.

Once our parents leave home,
we become orphans in the world;
itchy heartmoor destined to roam.

Sleepy grandchild’s goodbye hug
and door closes in aftergloom of
wrapping paper and crumbs on rug.

Linda Lee Lyberg introduces dVerse poets to The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig…you may need it to figure out the words in this poem.

eyes to see

At advent, we may miss seeing God due to our own inattention.


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