wild horses gallop
through her mind’s long ago rooms
spirit whinnies free
wonders why they corralled her
in nursing home’s confined stall
Getty Images
Linking to Toads’ Garden, inspired by Maya Angelou’s poem of “long ago rooms”
mustangs of monterrey
12 Apr 2018 10 Comments
in tanka Tags: gallop, horses, mustangs, nursing home, spirit, stall
holy places revisited
05 Apr 2018 Leave a comment
in tanaga Tags: burning bush, holy, people, spirit, temple, tomb, womb
We’ve celebrated Easter…Pentecost is coming!
burning bush in desert place
holy ground tread with bare feet
temple built as sacred space
where heaven and earth did meet
virgin’s womb a holy space
where divine entered our world
fishing boat or grassy place;
when Jesus spoke, truth unfurled
upon the cross where he stayed
hanging between sacred space
in the garden where he laid
death couldn’t silence holy grace
holiness we now receive
spirit fire from heaven’s hand
wholly people who believe
God’s house gathers from all lands
on our way home
19 Oct 2017 6 Comments
in haiku series, senryu Tags: cemetery, death, headstone, live, prayer, spirit
Carpe Diem Haiku Kai celebrates 5 years! Revisiting theme: on our way home…
music in clinic
contemplate own funeral
face mortality
_______
reading old headstones
on walk through cemetery
how did eddy end?
_______
morning prayer time
Spirit’s breath fill us more
to live while we can
photo by lynn
conflagration = heat + light
25 Oct 2016 19 Comments
in free verse, prayer Tags: body, fear, love, spark, spirit, wildfire
A quadrille (poem of 44 words) on De’s theme of “spark” at dVersePoets
the
essence of
Love
broke into
this broken world
held hostage by
Fear
to cast it out:
let go and
Believe!
holy Fire
inflamed
disciples to
witness to Word
fearlessly;
now spark a
new reformation
of Body
as living organism
ignited by
Spirit’s
wildfire.
open up and be healed
03 Nov 2015 22 Comments
in haibun Tags: spirit, van gogh
Linking to dVerse where Bjorn is serving fresh haibuns…
View of the Church of St. Paul de Mausole by Van Gogh
The artist’s brush expresses what ears may not hear and tongue cannot say…
“After he took him aside away from the crowd, Jesus put his fingers into the man’s ears. Then he spit and touched the man’s tongue. He looked up into heaven and with a deep sigh said to him, ‘Ephphatha!’ (which means, ‘Be opened!’). At this, the man’s ears were opened, his tongue loosened and he began to speak plainly.” (Mark 7:33-35)
Is the one who inspired the colors of Vincent’s art the same spirit who illuminated Mark to write good news? Perhaps today, Christ’s spirit sighs for us “to listen” to his loving whispers…or he may be prompting us “to speak” his message of peace. Hearts and minds, like church windows of the soul, need to be opened to let in the fresh breeze of the Holy Spirit. If only Vincent had found healing in this life.
hear sigh in colors
spirit wind strokes the grasses
surrounding muted church
trust lets go
24 Sep 2014 8 Comments
in Uncategorized Tags: cliffs, fear, fly, spirit, wings
Inspired by photography of Brooke Shaden at: http://brookeshaden.com/gallery/
Photo credit: Fear of Falling by Brooke Shaden
we paste rags, dead leaves
on pathetic cut-paper wings
then tie them to our backs,
flap arms and hope like mad
to fly away from barren cliffs.
a dangerous fog of smug
self-sufficiency muddles
our minds and fills us with
secret, dark, well-founded
fears of crashing on rocks.
if we open our hearts and
minds to receive his Spirit
to dare believe in a Love
who is wiser and stronger
than us, to bow in humility
his face will shine through
thick fog, remove our fears
(except healthy fear of him)
fit us with love’s living wings
and raise our spirits to soar!
