A Season in 10 Words
Spring once bolstered my Lenten fast, now winter lengthens it.
5 Haiku for a Long Winter’s Lent
The days grow longer
In spring anticipation
Rain keeps us indoors Continue reading “Lent (in as many words)”
Habits and Delight
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”
Carrots and Glory
I toss a stack of weeds into the green waste bin and call out, “It’s time to plant seeds!” Continue reading “Carrots and Glory”
Ashes and Weeds
On this day of ashes, I am keenly aware of the weeds.
I dig my fingers into the earth, steadily rocking the stem back and forth until its root finally gives way. I toss the newly eradicated dandelion onto a foot-high stack of discarded greenery and dig back in for another. Continue reading “Ashes and Weeds”
The Sepia Room
Today I sit in my usual place, sipping tea and watching the passers-by.
Within these walls, I live in the safety of the past, everything faded and known. Muffled voices come through the crackle of an old radio, narrating a brown-and-tan world of well rehearsed dance and drama.
As I peer through the sagging window, nothing threatens, nothing surprises. The memorabilia of past joys collect dust on a nearby shelf, comforting reminders of love, belonging, and home. From this vantage point I can participate in the present at a distance (only I must ignore the cracks that might let in a beam of something new).
It is safe, yes, and also numbingly familiar. Continue reading “The Sepia Room”
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
