posting poetic prose
12 Aug 2013 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cornfields, friendship, meteor, triple
The evening after
tasseled and thirsty cornfields
drink three inches rain,
Trio of stars fall
as August meteor show
streaks the southern skies;
Three couples huddle
around campfire’s glowing blaze
warmed by friendship’s bonds.
God, who gives good gifts,
lives holy love triangle;
mysterious One.
12 Aug 2013 Leave a comment
Rest > sleep
Memory > past
Worship > church
Love > sex
Family > marriage
Education > school
Peace > quiet
26 Jul 2013 10 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cornucopia, garden, Thanksgiving
Emeralds are growing in this plot of mine;
Wet diamonds drip along each stem and blade.
Pea pods hold treasured pearls of the vine,
Rich mud deposits wealth upon my spade.
Huge heads of cabbage split with dewy weight
Match mercenary broccoli’s envied green.
Tomatoes blushed like rubies tempt and bait.
Potatoes’ karats gain interest unseen,
While beans of jade hide underneath soft leaf,
And sweet corn kernels ripen time to gold.
Why should I share my gems with raccoon thief?
Let’s harvest booty till the ground turns cold.
A cornucopia of food to live!
Thanksgiving’s a small price for us to give.
15 Jul 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: breathe, garden, grace
Still-life form lay in garden;
very image of the holy tri-unity
perfectly cast in brown clay.
The divine animator stoops,
gently cradles prone body, then
exhales his inimitable spirit life.
Heart beats as chest rises;
eyes flutter open in surprise
as first man meets his maker.
Breathe on us, into us,
that we, so cold dead in sin,
might inhale pure love with
respirations of clear joy,
to live grace-full and forgiven;
the image of God, restored.
20 Jun 2013 14 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: Gettysburg
Break camp in early morning dew,
assemble at bike shop before rental battles begin,
move out equipped with maps, helmets and backpacks.
Family expedition to historic war zone in July,
amid maturing wheatfields and quiet peach orchards.
Pedal single-file, pause to read marker,
muster a smile for the photograph and
retreat to the solemn shade for a picnic lunch.
Today, brothers volley friendly jibes where
yesterday, brothers exchanged whizzing bullets.
Sweat to the crest of Little Round Top,
dare to peer down a cannon’s dark throat,
weigh the lead ball in your hand and shudder.
Monuments mask the magnitude
of the horrors that happened here.
11 Jun 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: lilacs
Oh, the sweet promise
of budding lilacs which
soon bloom like true love;
delicate, sensuous flower
all glorious and lovely
with a heady scent.
But, it’s no surprise
when clouds blow in
and heavy rains beat
fragile blossoms down;
or the fragrance simply
fades with the season.
Wait, for the lilacs,
when love grows dormant,
for time comes around
and what faded is renewed;
dry twigs will green again
and flower more profusely.
If, it would endure,
love must be rooted
like a spreading lilac bush
in the nourishing earth,
anchored in something
greater than itself.
16 May 2013 12 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: farmer, homestead, patriarch, tree
The gnarly old tree
stands proudly alone
like some wrinkled farmer
surveying his fine homestead,
treasuring years of memories.
Refusing to retire but
rich with rings of aged wood,
his trunk is twisted by time
and branches pruned by the
storms of life experiences.
His rough-skinned charm is
a shelter for nesting birds and
a shady place for summer picnics
under the faithful silhouette of
this wisened, peaceful patriarch.
16 May 2013 2 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: grace
Just as a
wren wriggles
through a small hole
to nestle in the safe haven
of a snug and lofty bird house,
And a barn
cat walks thin
to gain access into
the cozy tunnel shelter of
stacked staw bales in winter,
Or a tiny
freckled gecko slips
itself through a crack
to enter, gratis, into
a tropical luxury hotel,
So any of
us sinner folk
may pass by faith
through the narrow gate
to live in peace and paradise.
13 May 2013 25 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: hands, mother
I remember sitting as a girl
in the raftered balcony of the church
during morning worship service,
craddling my mother’s hand in my lap;
examining creases in her warm palm,
tracing distinct veins across the back,
touching the smooth pale pink polish
on her clean, neatly shaped nails,
fingering the circle of her wedding ring;
turning its diamond to catch the light
filtering through stained glass windows,
trying to glimpse each rainbowed hue.
Mom thought her hands were “too large”
but those dear hands were just big enough
to shape hearts and home, to hold our family
together, with their faithful, gentle work of love.
03 May 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: birdbath, robins
Those blackbird gangs in the grove are
raucous; noisier than an Iowa caucus.
They do not sing but loudly gripe;
more dreadful than the sneaky snipe.
They perch on top finger of evergreen, then
sway to break top off, with laughter mean.
Do not let their lovely feathers’ sheen fool;
their blackbird hearts are ugly and cruel.
They chase the sparrows, intimidate robins;
take over a birdbath like neighborhood snobbins.
If you want blackbirds to bake in a pie,
I have recipes you’re welcome to try!
28 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: truth
Knowledge is factual, whether or not we learn it.
Truth is timeless, whether or not we believe it.
Love is powerful, whether or not we practice it.
Beauty is exquisite, whether or not we behold it.
God is present, whether or not we recognize Him.
24 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
Bobbing tentatively on frosty feet,
fluffing out their thin feathers,
pecking at crunchy iced worms,
maybe the poor robins should
use their frequent flier miles
for a return trip south !
(photo from http://www.askthebirds.org)
a poem in my pocket 
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