reliable routine


i find comfort in the order of my surroundings:

bed made

dishes washed

laundry folded

clutter removed

floor cleaned

(e)mail sorted

calls returned

meal planned

chores done

list checked


i find comfort in the order of my spirit:

read Bible

say prayer

eat well

move body

see beauty

play music

go outdoors

call friend

laugh aloud

write poem


a steadying cycle to be repeated tomorrow.


Linking to dVerse Poets pub where Laura calls our motley crew of writers to order




quiet time


morning tea with God

prayerful conversation

listen to the Word

vital act of devotion

Spirit speaks into my life



Linking to Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s final post for month of pilgrimage…”an act of devotion”

translated celebration

Tonight for poetics at d’Verse, Laura offers translations of poems by non-English poets for us to interpret and respond with a poem of our own…



And we go on and on,
neither sleeping nor awake,
towards the meeting, unaware
that we are already there. 

That the silence is perfect,
and that the flesh is gone.
The call still is not heard
nor does the Caller reveal his face.

 But perhaps this might be
oh, my love, the gift
of the eternal Face without gestures
and of the kingdom without form! 

by Gabriela Mistral (1889-1957) – the pen name of Lucila Godoy Alcayaga, was Chilean and the first Spanish American author to receive the Nobel Prize in literature.


50th anniversary

oh, my dear,
we would have
celebrated fifty years
if still awake
but here we lie,
on and on
side by side
asleep in
perfect benighted
waiting for day
when our Maker calls
us each by
new flesh restored
reuniting with spirit
to fully
the gift revealed
of an eternal kingdom:
to see
face to Face!


by lynn__ American poet 1959 –


love divine


dear Jesus, son of Father God above
Spirit confirms you are my one true love

for you created me in mother’s womb
you chose me from the start as own true love

Father, you are attentive to my prayers
the details of my life blessed by true love

my Savior, you gave up your life for mine
high ransom paid, you claim me as true love

you have forgiven my unfaithfulness
and will remain forever first true love

sweet Spirit gently speak to weary heart
to reassure Lynn you’re her best true love!





This is my attempt at writing a ghazal. A ghazal is usually about love, either romantic or divine. It is written in couplets with a repeating refrain. In English, the meter is natural, like iambic pentameter. The final line includes the author’s name. Gay Reiser Cannon shares samples of the ghazal form at dVerse Poets pub…

mustangs of monterrey


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”

holy places revisited

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

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

A quadrille (poem of 44 words) on De’s theme of “spark” at dVersePoets  


essence of


broke into

this broken world

held hostage by


to cast it out:

let go and


holy Fire


disciples to

witness to Word


now spark a

new reformation

of Body

as living organism

ignited by



open up and be healed

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

Inspired by photography of Brooke Shaden at:














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!