Measuring

When he was young,    
the future only a dream,
He never worried about
what he would write
on the pages of time

Life swirled around him         
He did what he had to do next
without stopping to think
And the pattern changed
because he passed by.






Today, the falling leaves
remind him of his past
It's written like tree rings
that can't be deleted.

What will they say about him?

By what measurement will he be judged?

Does it matter?

Bon Voyage

                              


A leaf sets sail  
on mirrored sky
to be reclaimed
by dust




Leaf dust
rearranged
greets the morning sun

Busy work

Sometimes

I act like the squirrel

in Mom's backyard

Scurrying back and forth     

So many things to do

Plotting to steal the seed

from the squirrel-proof feeder

Combing the grass for seed
when that doesn't work
Bouncing from tree to tree
Burying seeds and nuts
Chasing away intruders
Such a list of things to do
all by himself


Why is it easier to stay busy

than to draw close and encounter

the One who loves me more than life?

Parched

Parched

the ground

the corn

the cows

me

Rain refreshes,           

replenishes the earth

I am parched still.

Promising thunderclouds
are mere bags of wind

preaching empty words

They cover my soul with dust.

But...

He was thirsty

so I could drink

the dew of heaven,

His words of life,

and never thirst again.

Quietus

Writer's block~~I've had it for weeks. Aarrrgghh!!

But...
A delightful invasion of hummingbirds
    playing games
    dancing a ballet

    sipping nectar

    guarding territory

    accepting my presence

    just resting

Called me to enjoy the moment.

In sync

Tomorrow beckons

but wraps herself in mist 











Yesterday closed the gate

and drove away    












 I AM invites me into Now
where eternity and time

intersect    
to be
with Him.

Mr. Chanticleer

What a handsome dude you are                

You strut your stuff for all the hens

You flap your wings, puff out your chest 
and crow “How cool, how cool am I”

You flaunt your spurs, you don't retreat

from any foe, you're always king              








You even try to wake the sun              
with all your cock-a-doodle-dooing

You jar me from my sleep instead        
Be careful, you may lose your head  
You think you rule the roost
but remember
You're just a chicken.





Or maybe...

"I will awaken the dawn...

I praise the One who gave me breath  
Come and worship Him
I will awaken the dawn."