A poem for mothers who’ve miscarried and in memory of our first grandchild.
hope is eternal
30 Jan 2017 2 Comments
in tanka, Uncategorized Tags: bird, garden, life, neighbor, pond, stones
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
22 Jan 2017 5 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: abortion, blood, innocent, life
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
20 Jan 2017 6 Comments
in haiku Tags: life, mountain, pilgrimage, walk
weary traveler
lift eyes to refresh long view
walk the narrow way
Road to Santiago – image from CDHK
leave it all behind
15 Jan 2017 7 Comments
in haiku, tanka Tags: happy, home, life, pilgrim, way
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
13 Nov 2016 2 Comments
in tanka Tags: beauty, death, life, milkweed, productivity
fibers reflect light
gossamer seeds scatter on wind
creativity
erupts in transient beauty
life leaves empty pod with sigh
photo by lynn
light snuffed out
07 Nov 2016 4 Comments
in lament, shape poem Tags: breath, guitar, home, life, son, song
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”
reformed quote #8
31 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
in quote Tags: Calvin, fire, life, warm
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!
reformed quote #6
29 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
in quote Tags: Christ, conversion, labyrinth, life, wanderings
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!
transients
06 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
in tanka Tags: columbine, life, mountain, paintbrush
Inspired by Delores’ paintbrush flowers featured at: Carpe Diem Haiku Kai
mountain meadow bursts
rose paintbrush, blue columbines,
field mouse-ear chickweed
inhale life’s beauty today
fast fades each season’s flowers
photos by A. Schonlau
National Parks Service
savour the journey
19 Jul 2016 17 Comments
in quadrille Tags: journey, life, poet, stop
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”.
morning after gale
27 May 2016 7 Comments
in american sentence Tags: doves, eggs, life, nest, storm
(Verse written as American sentences; each a 17-syllable rant)
Puzzled robin perches on downed tree branch
next to nest of broken eggs.
Selfish force of storm has ripped potential life joy
from its safe sanctum.
Ravaged grove stands in stark silence except
for coo~coos of mourning doves.
a poem in my pocket 
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