Category: Haikus


Holding these cares close,
raising my hands, cupped, released.
Heaven bound, weightless…


Twirling leaves, dancing-
swirling paradigm shifting,
breathing in fresh air.

Civil unrest midst
death’s dark cowl; discontent flows
crimson, in the land.

Wanting to be known,
God sees me, my aching heart.
It is well, my soul.