Tag Archives: God
She Laughed: A Haiku
The bless’d wanting more
Will it always be this way
What obedience
Dream Uncontained
A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
Ketchup
Every moment spent on edge
Feeling on the fringe
Shouting matches in our minds
Calm asks where we’ve been
Know there is a fix for this
Truly, there’s a path
Go to your knees, finally
Seek His face and ask
In Incense
Patchouli to February skin
Perfumed hands joined
Permeating laughter
Gifts not belated
God’s timing prevails
Gratitude alight, forever afire
Watch This
God, I see You’ve been meddling in this from the start
Your majestic way
We two called upon You
We petitioned for Your peace
You answered with our miracle, praise!
Then how did his eyes stray?
Must he stroll away?
I still stand before You and my brother here
To confess the universe is wildly unpredictable, but this:
You granted love’s grace to us; and,
I do trust in You
No Rush: A Haiku
Let’s try this again
Let me hold what protects you
Let time take its time
Difficult Art
All the nonsense to receive
Mantas and tenets rising up
Ancient foundations to revere
What architects are responsible?
Live right, I accept
Love well, all the more
But call me not lover for a season
God didn’t build me to let go
If He tells me He did
I’ll tell Him He’s a liar
Netflix and Nike
Race on
For what choice do we have
Time neither ceasing
Nor waiting for us
Desiring to reach back
To grant wings to these feet
Hail thee, titans of victory
We made it to the day’s end
And in the morning
Pray, we shall, for safekeeping
To the comedy gods
Tutelage of Me
Gazing past you
Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you
Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher
Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you
Now, you’ve your green
What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know
As does God


