silent sabbath

 

laid down life for friends

blood congealed, stiff body wrapped

stone seals death in tomb

soldiers wipe spear and spikes clean

women grieve over spices

 

meditation

 

La via dolorosa
the way of suffering
tell me, Who would
choose to suffer?

Plenty of suffering
here to go around:
pain, grief
rejection, loneliness
bullying, abuse
derision, disease, death.

None of us immune
all of us sinners
except the immutable Son of man.
He chose the via dolorosa
only he could
only he would
bear all our misery and loss
on rough wooden beams of
a Roman cross:
ugly method of torture
cruel means of execution
for common criminals.

What crime deserved piercing?
His uncommon love for us
pierced his magnanimous heart
spilled gracious agape love
to wash our dirt clean away…

His via dolorosa is
our way home to the Father,
who turned away from
our hideous sins
borne on the bleeding back
of his beloved son.

Shadows fell on his
forsaken and disfigured form
when he descended into hell
Praise God, now we will never be forsaken
we need not smell the sulphur or feel the heat.

Let us kiss the nail printed feet
of our Redeemer – Rescuer
who walked the cobbled streets
of the via dolorosa uphill to Calvary.

seasons flow

 

warm weather thaw

spring is winter’s changeling child

ice water gurgling

 

Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s “yukidoke” (thaw) theme.

egg painting

An “American sentence” is made of 17 syllables…usually not so pretty  🙂

 

Easter egg moon waxes yello-quently on indigo sateen sky.

nancy’s butter braid

Quadrille prompt (44 words, “drizzle”) at dVerse poetics with Mish…

 

oh-h
sweet
dough
stir in
butter
mix up
knead it
we need it
rooo-lll out
carefuu-lly
angle cut
edges like
palm branch
smear richly
cream cheese
n’ blueberry
filling with
real berries
braid sides
// together \\
overlapping
strips of
dough
bake ’til
fluf-puffy
drizzle
glaze

 

 

haloed moisture

 

round porthole window

hazy, lazy, crazy moon

holds back rain’s curtain

 

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photo (enhanced) by lynn

emergent green

 

spring’s first green mirage

tulip swords salute warm sun

birdsong resurgence

waiting…

Guest post by youngest son who saw me watching teapot and wrote haiku…


 

tea still not hotIMG_3469

patience is needed key

sweet glee

balloon is us

 

it’s

a ball

the globe

planet earth

“the balloon we live on”

 


A quote from my 3 yr. old grandson, Justus  🙂

audaciously catty

Playing with “anthropomorphism” at dVerse poetics with Lillian 🙂

fat cat in silky
top hat, walks
sleek this season
(has no reason
to run) saunters
too confidently,
(pompous louse)
directly to famed
doghouse- ritzy,
spacious place
(will absent dog
give chase?)
cat pauses for
grand entrance,
smiles smugly to
paparazzi & me.
then, full of pride,
he slinks inside
to curl up cool
in empty dish;
crinkles pug nose-
where’s my fish?
long afternoon nap
(could be a trap?)
it’s easy to be,
like i already said,
audaciously catty
after dog is dead.

winged departure

Our youngest son graduates from his homeschool studies in May.

 

robins weave their nest

blue-egged hatchlings cheep hunger

parents hunt for grubs

 

vital, patient flight lessons

fledglings leave safety of home

 
 

can i pray for you?

 

Prayer is practicing the quiet presence of God.  It is crawling up into the lap of our abba – daddy and crying to hear him whisper comfort in our ear as he wraps us in his strong, everlasting arms.  Prayer is communion, connection, conversation; our privilege as children since Jesus opened door.  It may be a mighty wrestling, his will bending ours to grant a greater blessing than we can imagine.  In amazing love and grace, God invites us to pray and he initiates our prayers.  He wants us to come to him. In his presence, our brokenness begins to heal, our emptiness to fill. Prayer is relationship, not religion;  desire, not duty.  It is our lifeline; vital as breathing, inhale – exhale.  If we cannot pray?  Jesus intercedes, the Spirit groans and the family of God lifts us up, before his throne.

 

listen in silence

dew refreshes, green renews

spring rain for the soul

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