As We

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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

Not Our Own: A Haiku

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com;
outside of Denali National Park, Alaska

Briefed

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Stable Gardener

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae, FieryPhotography.com

Undormant Days

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Dreamable

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

This City-life

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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

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Not Pie

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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?

Stopped

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What problem?
Lord knows
We were fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning

The air was magic
Man, was the air magic
For us, at least — which was the problem

The laughter spilled
Our future felt filled
It was all more than we could ask for

And we didn’t have to ask — which was the problem

We didn’t ask whether they could spell magic
Whether laughter flowed from their windows
Were their futures filled?

Were their babies and boys and men fed and safe and tucked in at night, with somewhere to go in the morning?
Lord knows
And that’s our problem

Right Here

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We are told to light a candle
We are told to say a prayer
Walk in blueness in the morning
And pretend grief brings no cares

Let’s proclaim we are the candle
Let’s proclaim we are the prayer
May the hardships become blessings
When we tread together there

Original Thought Credit: Ecclesiastes 4:12 “…but how can one keep warm alone?”

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com