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

 

never born here

A poem for mothers who’ve miscarried and in memory of our first grandchild.

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hope is eternal

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quiet stones by pond

ornamental trees blossom

bird chirps inside bush

remember neighbor who’s gone

…resurrected to new life!

 


While on vacation (visiting a Japanese garden in Hermann Park, Houston), we learn of a neighbor, Loren Meyer’s, sudden passing…

national day of lament

 

legalized forty-four years

america’s future aborted

innocent blood on our hands

 

it’s mechanical/chemical rape

woman’s womb was sacred space

innocent blood on our hands

 

complications may occur

unplanned barrenhood results

innocent blood on our hands

 

abortionists get filthy rich

take advantage of desperate girls

innocent blood on our hands

 

would not dissect live puppies

yet traffic baby body parts

innocent blood on our hands

 

dark path of sexual revolution

strips all human lives of dignity

innocent blood on our hands

 

six million Jews in holocaust

almost sixty million unborn children

innocent blood on our hands

life’s pilgrimage

 

weary traveler

lift eyes to refresh long view

walk the narrow way

 

the-way

Road to Santiago – image from CDHK

leave it all behind

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hiking boots and stick

take bold step, do not look back

leave it all behind

*  *  *

all want happy life!

but not every road leads home

pilgrims will seek truth

consider Jesus, the Way

relation, not religion

 


January meme at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai is the “Road to Santiago”.

passing glory

 

fibers reflect light

gossamer seeds scatter on wind

creativity

erupts in transient beauty

life leaves empty pod with sigh

 

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photo by lynn

light snuffed out

A poem of lament, in shape of candlestick, dedicated to family of Lukas Monsma

young voice sings to guitar
sweet, yet haunting
oh, my son, I can
hear your song
on the wind

memories
don’t leave us
alone in the dark
nearly pull us apart
by plucked heart strings
strumming addicted to grief
cold, thin, mountain air
stealing our breath
mingles yours
high in sky

i’m sorry for
what was unsaid
life hangs by a thread
as we still wait for you to
turn around and come home

 

 

…and sharing music by David Nevue, “Under a Cloud” and “The Long Regret”

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3 Day/3 Quote Challenge:  People celebrate Halloween but many have forgotten that October 31 is Reformation Day for the Church.  So I have posted a series of quotes by Protestant Reformers.  Let the Spirit spark burn and your light shine!

 

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reformed quote #6

3 Day/3 Quote Challenge:  People celebrate Halloween but many have forgotten that October 31 is Reformation Day for the Church.  So I will post a series of quotes by Protestant Reformers.  Finding “the Way” through life’s labyrinth!

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transients

Inspired by Delores’ paintbrush flowers featured at:  Carpe Diem Haiku Kai 

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mountain meadow bursts

rose paintbrush, blue columbines,

field mouse-ear chickweed

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inhale life’s beauty today

fast fades each season’s flowers

 

 

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photos by A. Schonlau

National Parks Service

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”. 

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