Now comes that Daylight
Unrushed
Dawning is its finest hour
Enamored, Twilight
‘near-still
Exhaling shimmery sounds
Watch we, All Aglow
Content
Praising, and under their spell
Grant
Tag Archives: Light
Of Age: A (double) Haiku
What is your favorite genre of music?
My favorite music genre is sometimes opera — but, sometimes, not.
When one is born with a heightened sensory awareness, daily living feels like moving through the days and nights while smack dab in an opera that surprised you with its beginning and that also never ends. Everything is a drama king singing its story…asking for your attention and refusing to let you go. It’s serious and humorous, beautiful and exhausting.
We long for daylight
Did it revolt, walk away
And leave us, alone?
Darkness, and then — dawn!
We need not dread the minutes
‘fore our finest hour
Here For It
What are your favorite emojis?
My favorite emojis symbolize grit✅, light⚡️, commitment💞, and care👏🏻👏🏻.
Here
And, how the day demands
Me
Steadies my feet and hands
Light
It will not leave me sleep
Walk
Prove what night cannot keep
Hold
All that God’s plan entails
Life!
Complex and happy trails
Covered: A Haiku
When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
When I was five years old, I wanted to be protected — both then, as well as when I grew up. God has seen to it. And, He’s provided poetry, too. ✅
Certain: A Haiku
How are you feeling right now?
Right now, and always, I am feeling certain —- and I am certain….
But that you’re my world
And the stars dance when we dance
I know not a thing
Of a Feather
Fireflies try
And, so do I
To simply fly
And not ask why
Of the days we get stepped on
Of our glow from dusk to dawn
Should our days feel underground
Should the answers stay unfound
Fireflies know
And, so do I
Our wings and light
Will end the night
West With East
In such seeming eve of winter
This prophetic promise
The color will come back
Must the sun stay shallow
No!
Nor the green-gold, buried
Hearken days when cold, cold steel had not stolen light
Lift your eyes
Stride bold, through “til end of night
Original Inspiration Credit:
Psalm 121
1 I lift my eyes unto the hills, where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.
4 Behold, He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand.
6 The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: He shall preserve thy soul.
8 The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.
To Be Light
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
despicable he
Fire, framed by black, black fear
Lament of the trauma years
Yet, hold hope, for truth rings clear
‘round the edges, light appears
Fluorescence
As light on eagle’s wings
You and I shone no more alone
Us, a part
Of one grand lumen
A candelabra
An abracadabra
Were we
*****
Separated particles now
Conjuring ended
Never again to sense
Green and feathery fingertips
Glow gone
Darkness in your midst
Did I reach you
