a poem in my pocket

real presence of God

joy of knowing Jesus’ love

new life in Spirit

Hubby and i are traveling cross-country to Alaska with our camper. I’m sharing our journey here with haiku/tanka and a few photos…whenever i get a round

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vast miles of forest

cut by cold stony rivers

reflected in lakes

sweet wilderness refresh in

beautiful b.c. rockies

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earth built by design

each mountain, ocean measured

Lord, we are humbled!

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rest in wildernes

grateful for livestream worship

home church blessing

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hammer clangs anvil

indigenous blacksmith works

coaxing coals to flame

natives’ wellness camp

drums thrum wild call in twilight

black bears dance

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boat’s prow cuts blue glass

of pristine lake’s reflection

cruising on mirror

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abundant snowfall

in Whitecourt, Whitehorse, White Pass

winter in a word

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rush for klondike gold

icy stairs up chilkoot pass

move ton of grubstake

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evergreens rustle

glimpse tawn fur of animal

young buck crosses path

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alaskan hunger

fresh pink salmon on blue plate

at the fat mermaid

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misty mountains drive

matanuska glacier passed

mystery concealed

glacier receding

like old fisherman’s hairline

rough moraine exposed

even permafrost can thaw

leaving roads to heave in wave

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view obfuscated

perhaps great mountain is myth

denali’s cloud shroud

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sizzle of bacon

hubby fries pancakes outdoors

pure maple sweetness

fall colors appear

fireweed blooms to red stem tip

chill air turns hearts south

…it’s time to head home!

Guest post: haiku written by my son…

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mornings grow brighter

grasses and trees green and bloom

time for hikes and bikes

forsooth,
his shocking words may burn thine ears
remember, jester’s only “king” four years
alack, peasants too easy swoon from news
despaired panic uncouth response to choose
such brash hyperbole be lord’s weapon
with cheeky speech his enemies undone
(truth: northern neighbor ne’er a state t’will be
nor gaza trump’s “golden resort” e’er see!)
yet let us not defend old status quo:
dragon of debt and spending still our foe
real border shalt define our nation state
(who doth not want thy country to be great?!)
sleepy joe’s reign we could no longer fake
at least, my friends, this president’s awake!

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Sometimes we take politics and politicians too seriously…they are neither source nor solution of every problem. As a people, Americans must find common ground (or divided we fall).

Remember this cautionary quote: “America is great because she is good. If America ceases to be good, America will cease to be great.” – Alexis de Tocqueville

Inspiration (with a twist) from poem by e.e. cummings, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] and linked to dVerse poets pub where Sanaa hosts poetics today…

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i carry your heart on my sleeve (son of
my heart) you are always (my pride) a part of me
i will never want to be without (with you
in my heart) and your heart on my sleeve

i believe
you have become best part of me (and i
remain still part of you) even though we are apart
separate now yet not now (or ever really if
you believe) in maternal love carried in

my heart
heartbeat of life (also heard by your four
brothers) like sleeve on your arm (genetically
wrapped band of brothers) bonded by blood, rooted
in our family tree, nourished by me (you see

i carry) your hearts on my sleeve

my sons