Time for Prayer

I spent the better share
of the past week
lifting, sorting and setting
things down.
Moves require such activity.

Prayer, on the other hand,
simply requires time.
Today I embrace
a Sabbath slow down,
gladly accepting
my human tempo
with time to listen.

And do you know
with truck chuck full
and 2,000 miles still
stretched out before me
I'm simply listening
to what's going on
and things are
taking shape by themselves!

Wind Calls

Early morning wind calls
with golden rays
of Minnesota sun,
moon still lingering
on the horizon.

One peopled bird
after another
flies overhead,
slowly decending
toward the
Minneapolis/St Paul Airport.

A voice in me says,
"I am not free
like you.
I must move
within the limits
of this body,
slowly fading
like the moon."

To which the wind
responds,
"Says who?"

Wild Winsome Worship

O wild, winsome worship,

wind and word

and tasty wheat!

I cease to question

Morning Star

and become light of day

flame in dank and darkness.

To Maker I sing

and heart takes wing!

Silence fills soul

with song that

celebrates my name.

O wild, winsome worship,

wind and word

and tasty wheat!

I Am

alive

and I

a new creation!

Hagia Sophia

I met my sister today.

No, not sweet Peggy

who I'd love to see.

I met Hagia Sophia,

my sister Wisdom.

She welcomed me tenderly.

What wordless gentleness

flowed from her!

Eagerly she showed me

my hidden wholeness,

that rock

wherein my beauty lies,

that holy ground

upon which I stand.

Threshold

I am glad

(Help my ungladness)

for refining fire

that burns inspired

I am laughing

(midst my tears)

on breezy sill

of flitting fears

Dry thorn, heart torn

(Come soon!)

past eyes there lies

a lovely bed of bloom

Wind on Whidbey

It's windy on Whidbey today.

Beauty in lone tree swings

not in warm ray

or cold gray

but beyond sensibility.

Cloud and rain

raising and refining

an interplay of sense and spirit,

thought and imagination,

day gifting

rich melancholy to a heart

that longs for Love's embrace.

Sweet Treat

Oh, bird that hums

on apple branch

young sun

glistening

off golden breast

Our lives but

flit and flutter

yet this

sight of might

and eternity

You and I

and a

whirl-winged instant

sweet treat

of Eden!