Picture perfect sky hangs frameless, timeless As I stand suspended, clear of thought, Caught up in the blending of colors and shapes In a three-dimensional serendipitous vertigo. My heart floats in the spin, buoyed up By the delightful distraction of vision— A glimpse of the angelic realm through A crystal window of earthly beauty. A […]
Category: Writings
Butterfly of Hope
Delirious symphony whispers dreams behind languid walls Frantic for release like a butterfly beating its wings Against the walls of finely spun thread which bind it. The longer the struggle, the frailer the walls, The stronger the dreams, the louder the symphony, Till breathless beauty breaks forth in Dazzling colors, full of the music that […]
Immerse Me
Immerse me, O Lord, In you… In you… In you… I wither like an uprooted plant Aching for a few drops of moisture and The womb of soil around my roots. I awake in the night mourning, bewildered As I wander half aware in impassive darkness. It enfolds me, amplifying the feel of your absence […]
Reflections on Distractions
Writing isn’t as easy as it used to be. Words don’t flow; feelings feel distant. Though my heart for the Lord is still there Somehow the expressions, the reaching, The reading, and the praying Take extra effort of will. The cares of this world threaten to choke me out… Yet some deep part of me […]
LOSTALGIA
The miles flow by and I wonder what lies ahead? what’s round the bend? The gray skies beckon with their unseen, unacknowledged beauty. I can answer their call during this period of calm. Memories go by and some stop and visit for a while. The variegated gray reminds me of things long lost, Replaced by […]
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
It seems there is some reason Why we celebrate this season But from all the lights and jingles Frequent mentions of Kris Kringle Seems that most folks now just don’t remember There are other holidays now That are mentioned (don’t offend now) But I’m standing on my tiptoes Shouting truth that everyone knows If it […]
hurtful things
Somehow, I still haven’t learned that the people I love are simply humans. It always surprises me when they do something I don’t expect and it hurts. I guess it’s a matter of expectation. Like it or not, I have my loved ones on pedestals of various height—depending on how close I am, how long […]
The Barrier of Language
So often, it is not what I write that matters… All of the lines and curves and scratches are paltry representations of a spoken language that cannot tell the heart’s truest emotions, except as mere shadows of expression.