What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Folly was the last thing I went searching for online. I needed to tell it hello, evidently.
Came I, here, to the end of Happy Street
‘Twas just say hello to you
Sadly I’m surprised to see
A shallow in last decade’s sea
With that, I felt to ask, in lieu
Why, love, are you waning, too?
What’s your favorite recipe?
My favorite recipe has always been and still is:
One part enthusiasm
combined with
two parts love.
Why the whisper, so unspoken
The thoughts on pause, as if time’s broken
Puzzle pieces within song
Many breadcrumbs strewn along
Now, sails aloft and fear at bay
Plain and simple, may I say
Finished with all metaphors
I love you…here…my heart is yours
What brings you peace?
The weather has been demented lately, here. I’m thankful for the first, second, and third responders who save others, clean up, and bring peace again.
This may be our last near-miss
Last squall before our storm
Whether strangled at our roots
By lightning we were born
It matters not as we clean up
Slide on our better shoes
Clear the look of fear from here
We shine now, for, we choose!
Call upon the team who cares
Calculate the pass
Wake up from the half-sleep dream
We’ve graduated class
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
The most important thing I must always remember to pick back up again and again and carry with me at all times is humility before God and obedience to Him.
Humans, we…loved eternally and unconditionally by God.
And, too, fallen — susceptible to being blinded by our own understandings and to being deceived by external forces.
By God’s grace, we dwell in the “safe-zone” when we commit to continually praying that only His will be done (i.e., whatever HE knows is correct). We are ALWAYS able to pray that prayer, even if we have to whisper it out through clenched teeth or tears. He is always able to honor that prayer. Psalm 72:11 reminds us that we can submit to Him through our prayers, thoughts, words, and actions — whether that be now, or eventually: “Yes, all kings shall bow down before Him….”
“Not Our Own: A Haiku”
Lesser-rulers, all
Stand under God’s loving eye
Yea, we will bow down
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
An “alternate” universe does not exist — except temporarily in this Universe from time to time. But, the proper perspective means life goes on.
This vision — a curse?
No, no, not a curse!
We’re blessed to see the silhouettes
These Moments in Time
Briefed Moments in Time
Just snapshots of Heaven at best
Let our aging eyes see the truth, where it lies
Let the lies leave our eyes not distressed
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If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
I’m not sure >where< I’d go, were I to win two free plane tickets, but I’d damn sure go.
What God has gifted, humans cannot steal or tear down, try as they do….
This is your offering
The best of things!
Yes — I expect it of you
Walking in motherlands
This never ends
Neighborhoods both old and new
Eyes up and chin up
One foot, then next
Always that strength of sinew
Breathiest lungs
Dancing neurons
Child, this, your legacy, too
Dear, Flower — forlorn, with hidden hue
Look at the intricacy of you!
Weeds cause our chaos, but our growth too
Seek now, the Sun, and newer views
Greetings, great Blossom —
here, you’ll grow tall
Bees and buds bring forth God’s love
When rain falls
You’re planted…in this garden, afterall
As we talk, and as we walk
Creating a new world
We are here co-equals
Not confused — our hands, uncurled
Now, we stay and care and hear
We each add such something
Breathe an interrupting breath?
— We’d disrupt what we bring!
This time, it’s a table, strong
With two chairs, stronger still
Centered in the sun-filled place
Our life, atop the hill
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
Act we, as if
Our piece of pie space
Our map-dot place
Is all there is
Defend it furiously
Argue to exhaustion
With a wrongful righteousness
Then wither with its fruit
But what when
We turn and take notice
God’s graced us with abundance
Its seeds to sow?
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