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.

in memorium

We lament with this family suffering awe-ful grief. Beloved infants lost at 26 weeks gestation; twin grandbabies happily anticipated. Expectant mother, more than halfway through pregnancy, heard heartbeats and viewed ultrasounds but no more… no more expectations, no more movement, no more fast swooshing of babies’ hearts beating their distinct rhythms. Only mother’s lonely heart beats now, heavy with slow sorrow.

The relentless spring rains mirror this drowning grief. Tears falling in torrents, flooded emotions. Erosion of the soul. What kind of broken world is this, where little lives can be cut short by the cord that was their lifeline? We may ask “why?” yet not receive an acceptable answer to the anguished questions. We have only our faith in God himself to cling to. Lord, have mercy on your children. As we remember precious twins taken; remember us too, for we are dust.

 

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rosebuds fade…family mourns

inadequate words

 

 

 

 

 

 

because i am

Gitanjali, Song Offerings sounds amazing but can you bring it back to its essential meaning and create a haiku with it? That’s the goal for Carpe Diem’s weekend distillation…

The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.
I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light,
and pursued my voyage through the wildernesses of worlds
leaving my track on many a star and planet.
It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.
The traveller has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach
the innermost shrine at the end.
My eyes strayed far and wide before
I shut them and said `Here art thou!’
The question and the cry `Oh, where?’ melt into tears of a thousand streams
and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!’

© Rabindranath Tagore (taken from “Gitanjali”)

 

my distillation haiku:

inner universe
who comprehends one’s own soul?
recognition’s tears

 

and i add 2 lines for tanka:

find identity in God
Creator, greater “I AM”

 

 

 

 

 

inexorable time

In response to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai “Road to Santiago” word:  time


 

where will journey lead?

wisdom contemplates life’s end

we return to dust

 

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photo by lynn – Floyd Cemetery, Sioux City

savour the journey

 
each of us

chooses our own

pace on this

journey of life

 

some people rush by in a frantic hurry to get ahead of the rest

 

the poets

among

us,

start and stop,

pausing

to

admire

the weed that

blooms

in the

sidewalk

crevice.

 


Grace interviews one of dVerse Poets  founders, Brian Miller, and offers quadrille prompt on word, “journey”.