Poetry from the Writer of Light

Friday, July 25, 2008

ON THE EVE OF AN ECLIPSE

ON THE EVE OF AN ECLIPSE The cricket choir sings the songs of the rainbands sweeping down across pastel western skies, while across the surging river the lightning flickers like dreams seen and lost forever in the sleepclouds, and the thunder rides, grumbling, upon the wind as the downdrafts come... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

FULFILLMENT OF PURPOSE

FULFILLMENT OF PURPOSE The Heron glides down, lands in the shallows of the pond, then slowly, slowly wades about, pausing now and again, neck cocked like an arrow nocked to the bow, watching... Striking! Quickly it lifts its catch as if in gratitude to the Maker of Fish and Heron, then juggles and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

SLEEPLESS NIGHT

SLEEPLESS NIGHT Wind comes softly singing the music of a thousand windchimes to slam closed the hallway door after the dreams have escaped, stealing away into the night on silent steps of distant sheet lightning. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

JUNE RAIN

JUNE RAIN We wait in line at the money machine, standing in the rain, no umbrellas, hearing the tires play droning music on wet asphalt to the metronome beat of windshield wipers, hating what we have to endure for the sake of money that evaporates like puddles while in the eaves the sparrows, who do... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

THUNDERBIRDS

THUNDERBIRDS A roar of jet engines - the Thunderbirds are performing! Yet against the background spectacle of flying warbirds, two Doves fly into view. The Thunderbirds may impress, but the Realbirds inspire. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

TRIBUTE TO THE WALKING TIMES

TRIBUTE TO THE WALKING TIMES Here I come, walking. Walking, I come now, striding softly as the light, footsteps falling gently as the dusk all around me. Here I come, seeing. Seeing, I come now, beholding clearly God revealed in all there is, within, without, all around me. Here I come, listening.... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 11, 2008

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG

THE PEACE WHERE WE BELONG River like glass - slightest riffle breaks the calm; no movement, no sound, day born in silent bliss. We stand beneath night sky graying as fire tints the dawn, swimming in pools of serenity deeper than the silvered waters. But the pools too soon run dry, for we must go,... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

HIGH CLOUDS ON THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN

HIGH CLOUDS ON THE FIRST DAY OF AUTUMN South wind carries high clouds across a sky of deepest blue, forming ripples both in streams below and sky above. The clouds, now forming, now gone, are a fleeting backdrop to our unmoving towers; but in the end the clouds in their permanency will long outlive... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, July 4, 2008

BETWEEN THESE WORLDS

BETWEEN THESE WORLDS She sits gazing from her porch into the summer woods beneath the bright sky, vision from this world of the one to come. Her head is in the shade, her legs in sunlight - as if her body, suspended on soul’s desire, seeks to span the gap between these worlds. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

SUNRISE REVELATIONS

SUNRISE REVELATIONS Skyful of clouds, enigmatic, glory of dreams undreamt slumbering within each until - ah, how lovely! - Sunlight gently awakens each in turn across the sky, east to west, each grey billow touched by new light, each one a mystery explained, truth revealed, illuminated in the dawn,... Sign in to see full entry.

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