A Realization

I often think in
seventeen syllable bits
of information.

Fortune Cookie

Perhaps the end of
the rainbow is found along
the road less traveled.

Amid the tumult
no one hears the mockingbird.
He sings anyway.

Why are we enthralled
by replayed images and
reports of no news?

Coin Toss

No.  It isn’t worth
talking about anymore.
The answer is no.

Yes.  I always knew
that you would ask me someday.
My answer is yes.

 a greeting

I have been searching
everywhere for you.  You were
here, too close to see.

Dissonance

In my arms, she sleeps.
On the screen, carnage unfolds.
In the trees, birds sing.

NaPoWriMo 15

The birdbath and the feeders are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping statue, waiting.

The notebook and the sketchpad are filled; all is still.
I sit, a coffee-sipping scrivener, waiting.

NaPoWriMo 14

Some days the words come
easy; then suddenly they
hide themselves away.

The first thing I read this morning was the news that Brennan Manning had passed away yesterday, and my thoughts keep circling back to his honest words, his wisdom and tenderness…

a note in passing, to Brennan Manning:

I can just see you,
nestled in your Abba’s arms,
happy to be home.

a found benediction, from Celtic Prayers from Iona:

At my end and new
beginning, the arms of God
welcome, bring me home.