Not Our Own: A Haiku

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What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

The most important thing I must always remember to pick back up again and again and carry with me at all times is humility before God and obedience to Him.

Humans, we…loved eternally and unconditionally by God.
And, too, fallen — susceptible to being blinded by our own understandings and to being deceived by external forces.
By God’s grace, we dwell in the “safe-zone” when we commit to continually praying that only His will be done (i.e., whatever HE knows is correct). We are ALWAYS able to pray that prayer, even if we have to whisper it out through clenched teeth or tears. He is always able to honor that prayer. Psalm 72:11 reminds us that we can submit to Him through our prayers, thoughts, words, and actions — whether that be now, or eventually: “Yes, all kings shall bow down before Him….”

“Not Our Own: A Haiku”

Lesser-rulers, all
Stand under God’s loving eye
Yea, we will bow down

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com;
outside of Denali National Park, Alaska

Briefed

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Describe your life in an alternate universe.

An “alternate” universe does not exist — except temporarily in this Universe from time to time. But, the proper perspective means life goes on.

This vision — a curse?
No, no, not a curse!
We’re blessed to see the silhouettes

These Moments in Time
Briefed Moments in Time
Just snapshots of Heaven at best

Let our aging eyes see the truth, where it lies
Let the lies leave our eyes not distressed

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Stable Gardener

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If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?

I’m not sure >where< I’d go, were I to win two free plane tickets, but I’d damn sure go.

What God has gifted, humans cannot steal or tear down, try as they do….

This is your offering
The best of things!
Yes — I expect it of you

Walking in motherlands
This never ends
Neighborhoods both old and new

Eyes up and chin up
One foot, then next
Always that strength of sinew

Breathiest lungs
Dancing neurons
Child, this, your legacy, too

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

Explicable

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What bothers you and why?

Unkindness is always bothersome, even to the unkind one, I think.

When your soft
Your striving and your stumbling and falling, but not failing
Meets the jagged, sharp, and stinking
The clash!

The asking why
The dark and many trumpets seem cued for some inevitable
Yet, you walk…again
Knowing why

Staggered breathing
Alive
Eyeballs, shell-shocked, know to look to the light
Still compass-marked to truth

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Who: A Haiku

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If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

I only care for working dinners — principled matters that need handling are discussed…time and timing is of the essence. My invitee list would be broad and mighty.

Handsomest people

They talk while walking forward

They’ve their sleeves rolled-up

Spirit’s Flare

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What do you think gets better with age?

I believe one’s own discernment gets better with age. But, damn, if not….
Watch what strain of grief springs forth 
As you realize  
You loved some soul, conjured up
Sanity capsized 

Of their mountain air you breathed 
Certain they were there
Conversations, planning life
With their spirit’s flare

Love was lightning, checkered flags, 
Continental crash!
Now their absence, now your heart 
Cratered…edged in ash
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

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What are your daily habits?

My daily habits are not limited to stargazing alone….

(Funky photograph on purpose….)
“Planetary Beings: Our Haiku”
Oh, curious one!
Terroir, continents unknown,
So, let’s go to Earth

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

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What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

The most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten is the toil of my ancestors:

She was a product of two hopeful and maybe desperate Greek immigrants who looked toward the lamp lifted beside a golden door and said, “…yes, please help.” Her last words on Earth to me were, “…help people” — as her reminder to me to do so. My grandma walked through fire, as did her parents before her, and I and my maternal family members are the products of that whole painful yet purifying, beautifying process. We all have her New York City heart and determination as well as her Greek-American intellect and empathy for others. Who of your ancestors have appeared as refined as gold to you?

“Lifted: Our Haiku”
You have walked through fire
And yet, emerged not consumed
I see your lustre

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; and, unknown antique photographer