See the bitter-burnt
Tether to hope, then take heart
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I’m a Dreamer
What would you do if you lost all your possessions?
If I lost all my possessions, then I hope I’d respond by embracing my freedoms.
I hope….
‘neath twilight,
Now gone, night
Breezeless, that we’d hear
Sun thinking
Debating
Not coming too near
Earth rustles
We wrestle
Then, loose unchecked fear!
The stars freeze
Hark! Claim these!
Freedoms, conscience clear
This City-life
God, give us the time machine
To show us what we hope to see
The way the wool would flow and float around
Our happy ankles
When we walked free and were let be
In the Garden, there
Oh, wear and tear and fibre’s snare
Since we’ve not tak’n good, good care
To guard against the urban’s grey
The droughted field’s thirst at mid-day
Lord
Please take this pain away
You’ve said they know not what they’ve done
And we forgive them, too
Each one
With prayer and hope
And You
We
Are
Made
Anew and clean
God, You are our Time Machine
Old Faithful: A Haiku
See the azure ‘nigh?
Life has shown me it’s called Hope
It’s what guides me home
Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhtotgraphy.com;
Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming
A Tale of Two Days
I stare out windows a lot. I notice. I pray. I pray today that today wasn’t some mistake.
“Pray With Me: A Haiku”
Don’t reverse daybreak
The light in our eyes called Hope
Energize our prayers
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Original Thought Credit: “And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it.” — John 14:13-14
FairPlay, Colorado
I know why you bought blue
There was turmoil churning inside you
And twilight’s horizon in view
Hope is why I sought gold
To optimism’s grip, I take hold
Sunrise on this hill won’t get old
Kamala
Oh, I do
Hope
May The Flowers read my thousand thoughts
My apologies for the thistle, I allowed to crowd
Forgive me for the invasive vines, that strangled your sunlight away
As I stayed grieving lost ground
There, at blooms edge, sat I
Dreams began to die
But for a mid-morning,
A cool sunlit day, then, did I decide
To pause and prosecute, with an, “anchors aweigh,” a finally-freed echinacea
With my accomplished call, did the butterfly bush become tall
“No more…by the grace of God, no more”
Not My First Haiku
With we by our side
With the storm being The Calm
With hope a-rumblin’
how to fight
not alright to need
neither ought we pause to breathe
nor dawdle
to this I can’t concede
grasp for ev’ry next brass ring
should we choose to hold out hope
hope for one more decimal place
such mandate was tiring
trade our souls for bragging rights
nevermind the sunrise
harbor disdain in our eyes
instead I chose against the Night
Compatriots
I hope you’ll hope
And see there is to see
Good, and with goodness
Together we
These seas of fire
These seas of glass
Truth, having embraced truth
Rebuild anew
A life worth living
An overflow worth pouring into
Music Credit: Enya, “Book of Days”Video Credit: Lisa Rosier of FieryPhotography.com
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