This Haiku: Remember Me Glad

Did the trumpet sound?
Tho’ I may not feel your depths,
I’m drenched in your paint.

This Haiku: June

This soul knows The One

who stared deep at Summer’s heat

then whispered in June

Days spent in the clouds
Searching high and wide and far
I’ll check the window

I study this shell;
temple that it is. May I
see sufficiency.

Shall we, pens in hand,

noting last night’s dreams and such,

post them with the mail?

Anger at the dark
Or sweet freedom in Your light
Nice I have a choice

We sat together
and learned more of the light. I
looked at you and smiled.

You at the ready
You my strong fortress as I
Fly with my shadow

That one’s just paper.
This real one inside me,
it loves you the most.

I need your playbook
and all of it’s codes. I need
a giggle or two.