Saturday, October 27, 2007
Walk among Mist
Even in the cold morning air, the presence of God is in our breath. We walk arm in arm among the shadows of oaks, wind along the path toward fallen clouds, come to mist and mystique the air and horizon with gray tones and blur. We talk of art and light, taste poetry in the season's kiss. Orange,...
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Saturday, October 13, 2007
Living Well?
Slumber wears a wool blanket, a fire burns somewhere up north, where rain turns to snow in the mountains, and bodies keep warm under layers. In a log cabin in the woods a family makes oatmeal and toast by lantern light. They gave up the world to test their resolve in the elements. Mother grinds her...
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Sunday, October 7, 2007
Observer
Dark morning prophesying rain. Everything is still, like a quiet casket at graveside, during prayer. Forest green painted against an unknown color. Not quite gray, not quite brown. I cannot describe the tree bark in this light. The color is more like a feeling, ominous, eerie, All Hallow's Eve...
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Friday, October 5, 2007
Glow of Radiance
In the dark of night when the gifts of stars take their path of mystery across the sky, Your words are all-blooming directing the heart to a higher sense of life. Indigo sky lit with all things past and present. I look at yesterday, not knowing if the star is still alive. In me, all things recalled...
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Sunday, September 30, 2007
Nature's Veranda
Light in a thousand leaves sparkling light bulbs in nature's multi-colored veranda. Magical feel of sudden inspiration with every branch swaying to an unseen mastro's hands. The musical feel of wind and forest, a chorus of participation in action. I sit back in awe at the oneness of time in tempo,...
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Saturday, September 29, 2007
Thirst
Tender reed stretches through cracked earth. Seeking rain, seeking life, dry and brittle, barely living. We are but bended reeds, reaching for strength, turned Heavenward in our best effort, crying for help, aching for life, sometimes not even understanding how deep our thirst runs.
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Saturday, September 22, 2007
Bearers of Light
Reflections in a drop of rain, on leaves of gold with sky cloud lace. The breeze, a cool embrace reminding us of season cycles, circle of creation still turning. The moon still plays a mirror to the sun, but holds its own in the dark path of night. Do we reflect a brighter light in the dark world...
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Monday, September 17, 2007
Slow Down
Delicate rose petals are strewn about after the rain. The sweet smell of turned over soil scents the humid morning air. A large slug makes his way on the sidewalk as a moth chases off the raindrops from its wings. I observe it all to slow my thoughts, stop the mad rush flowing through my veins. If...
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Sunday, September 16, 2007
Resurrecting the dead
Sometimes we revisit old worlds, crack open the skulls of painful memories, then party on the grave of zombies by reinventing what really happened. Rewriting history only gathers more cobwebs. Truth always resurfaces until we are honest with our skeletons. To bury the old life, one must embrace the...
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
On High
Clouds in a soft-smoked veil assemble to worship at the mountaintop. In silence they move in unison to a plateau of light streaming from the sun. In majesty of marvel, all things are at His command. Tree tops bow when necessary or lift their branches in praise at dawn. O, that man would learn the...
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