What book could you read over and over again?
Less of a mere book, and more of a sacred text, I do read The Bible over and over again — sherlock that I am.
It will be by fire
Becoming by burning, lo!
Refined…so, ready
Video Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com; Jenny Lake, Grand Teton National Park
Would sunrise rush
To us — help the hero within
Here, we, with sight
Need
Still a glimmer, to see
This horizon, this friend
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com
We are Earth
We are red rock
We’re what stars say in mid-night talks
We are wind
Elevation
Poignant, patient, punctuation
Fly sky, loud clouds
Crowns found
Why cry
We are fire
We are pow’rlines
We’re collaborators, and we’ll be fine
Inspiration Credit: Sage Student Schoolwork; Tiger R., age 10
Oh, I want us
Sharing sacred hallowed land
Neither cursed
Led by God’s hand
Fire said to destroy us
Instead refines our legacy
Blessed amidst
Such sand and sea
no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803
Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me
One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night
Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing
Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love
She is not He
Nor an It or an If
She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be
Where If Goes To Become
She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To
She Really Is
She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal
There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love
She Is Leading Me
Oxygen, I
Afire, you
Particular particulate matter, we
Your grey-green eyes, my green, green eyes
This was all that mattered
Dissipated, now
Why
Science and God refuse to explain
Oranges remind me of Juneau
Juneau reminds me of salmon
Salmon remind me of Gold
Gold reminds me of fire
Fire reminds me of water
Water reminds me of drowning
Drowning reminds me of calmness
And rising
Rising reminds me of mountains
Mountains remind me of you
You remind me of Mars
Mars reminds me of red
Red reminds me of yellow
Yellow reminds me of bananas
Bananas remind me of insanity
And oranges
Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball