The soul is made to delight,
to revel in glory, to see
the wonder in every detail
and resonate
deeply, in joy! Continue reading “Habits and Delight”
Category: Poetry
The Feet Will Follow
I come with questions
With desires
With complaints
With confusion
Yet I am sent out with joy!How? Continue reading “The Feet Will Follow”
On the Nature of Desire
What is desire?
Is it to have one’s mind set
against one’s Creator?
To be governed by death
lost in pursuit of the flesh? Continue reading “On the Nature of Desire”
5 Haiku for the Rainstorm
Raindrops slyly run
From my forehead to my nose,
A playful greeting.
Friend or Foe?
Time is a master I could do without.
Cold and inexorable,
a thief of what is rightfully his own:
that which I have come to love.
Home and space and constellations of people,
always shifting!
While the stars stay put
for generations to wish on.
Continue reading “Friend or Foe?”
Cold and inexorable,
a thief of what is rightfully his own:
that which I have come to love.
Home and space and constellations of people,
always shifting!
While the stars stay put
for generations to wish on.
Continue reading “Friend or Foe?”
7 Haiku for the Land
My feet hit the ground;
Land my people do not know,
Shoe-shod as always
Shoes keep dust at bay,
Clay put in its ‘proper’ place
Engaged on our terms
Victory Prayer
Sometimes I wonder,
Given all that’s happened between us,
All our long history,
Can it really be different?
What is a reconciled world
Really like,
With all our half-hearted attempts at love
Standing in the middle? Continue reading “Victory Prayer”
Manger Song
When we find our wells of Peace have run dry
The world, within and without, misaligned
Into despair, the Incarnate Child
Brings his Hope and his Way Continue reading “Manger Song”
Word Incarnate
The Word that spoke the world
Entered it
Author existing in his own story;
choosing to be part of its limited scope,
it’s half-developed language,
its inescapable plot. Continue reading “Word Incarnate”
Delight
A young child dissolved in giggles at his very first joke,
repeating the punch line in sheer bliss
A red-cheeked adventurer standing high above the town
on a sapphire-blue morning, enraptured in the frosty air Continue reading “Delight”
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