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."

Rain

A storm scrubbed earth's face
and left the promise of fruit
shining in the sun

May heaven's rain
wash my soul of dust
and let the Son shine through.

Seedy life

Modern haiku ignores the seventeen sylables and expresses itself in as few words as possible. Hence this:
      
      From a dying acorn,
                   a forest.

In thinking about that acorn this more traditional seventeen sylable form:

Today an acorn
fell, carrying life sent from
the beginning oak.

A few more thoughts:

A dying seed or a sprout?
Which do I see?

He said:
"Except a seed dies it remains alone.
In losing your life is eternity."
But why do I tremble at losing my life
What misery awaits me, what pain of death?
I only see a dying seed.

In dying the seed gives birth to it's purpose
of being a tree and producing fruit.
Why shudder to die to self
and allow the dynamic,
fruitful, eternal life of God
to be expressed through me
and become the tree I was meant to be.

In case you're wondering what is in the photo~~it's a sprouting apple seed.

Bluebirds

Today's haiku:

Rain slips off feathers                                                       

and leaves no mark, let cursing      
words slip off my heart.       


I've been watching the bluebirds this winter. They posed for some pictures.
 

No more room at the table.          

            Sit and wait your turn.

 Who said I need a bath?

I'm divin' in!

You're not clean yet!

What are you lookin' at?

Shower stall.

Doesn't everyone sing in the shower?

Blow dried.

The Lion Tamer

(This started in haiku form but it didn't want to stay there)

Sated, she washes

and waits, till lusting for flesh
she ambushes me.

I creep, like a fly
with plucked wings, to the shelter
of the Lion Tamer.

Another resolution chomped to bits!
I've used every formula I know

to keep that lion from getting me.

My knees are buckling
my arms are shaking
I'm gasping like a fish on dry land,
Mr. Lion Tamer, I quit!

How can He smile, even chuckle?
And that tree limb is talking!
"Do you see me turning

four shades of purple

trying to make a cherry

or a mulberry?

Or twisting till I'm nearly broken
trying to stay attached to the tree?
I just soak up the sun
and hang out with the tree
and fruit happens."

                                                   
Mr. Lion Tamer,
that sounds too easy.

Yep, My yoke is easy
and My burden is light.

Earth's Heartbeat

Haiku is a Japanese form of poetry; each poem has three lines, first line with five syllables, second line with seven syllables, third line with five syllables. Traditionally it is about the four seasons and/or nature. For a poetry class recently I wrote a set of four haiku.

A downy snow quilt

comforts a slumbering earth

as it's strength returns.            

Spring bursts from hiding

Flings rainbow colors with glee
Lures birds into song.

Long days of sunlight
Insects hum and fireflys dance
Earth is draped with green.

Earth yields her bounty
to hungry souls and retires
in lavish array.