Category: Travel


Act

River
rushing rapidly.
Engulfed – held,
by living water.
Refreshing, renewing,
restoring – mind,
soul.

Fiery tongues
lick, throughout
Body. Ablaze –
Truth’s Light.

Speaking Life,
brittle, brown
grass, flourishes,
mountains stir,
dead rise.
All, in the Name –
His glory.
Listen – receive
Life, freely given.

Love, be kind –
hold, with holy
hands, needful
neighbors,
perishing.

Reclaim,
the dead.

             
                                                         
                                                              
                                                                                               
A                                     lone                                petal                 
                                                                                                  
                survives                                                                                                                
                                   the    
                                    
                                      storm...                                         
       

Wyoming winters stretch deep into spring’s sweet lullaby;
softly, snow-covered flowers seek sun’s radiant respite
from long deep freezes delving into marrow, leaving souls
shuddering…

Sacramento summers scorch westerly sea breezes, dust rises,
trees wind-whipped, cracks creep, deserting creeks, rocky
smiles entombed river beds waiting, wanting winter’s wet
caress as water overflows banks, kissing my feet…

Searching skyward, seeking solace in between.

Rising waves crash
upon brittle shores;
in swirling surf
a man stands-
lifting up hands,
bailing buckets,
trying to
empty, the
sea.