Category Archives: Poems

I met a girl on the hiking trail. She had a heart like apple pie. She smiled at me and I smiled at her and we’ve never said good bye! To say hello is always fine though most farewells are … Continue reading →

Gods face is revealed, as dawn comes to the pond. All last night, noises came, as hints. A hungry screech owl, hunting and the scream of the hare, too slow. The frogs and peepers in oratorio. A grumbling something… the … Continue reading →

…since yesterday morning when I discovered I have old man’s hands. Skin like old parchment. Blood thinner hands, purple, blue and black bruises smudging the backs of my hands. The skin of my fore-arms wrinkled, crinkled like aged tobacco draping … Continue reading →

Mother-Father God in Heaven and on earth and in our lives and in mine, all the names You have chosen to be called are Holy. Your Kingdom is coming and Your Kingdom is here, already! In Us! Help me to … Continue reading →

…given to those few fools who float in magic pools where the water, clear and cool, can not be seen, splashed or swallowed by, would not even wet a non-believer in the Mystery, but a faithful acolyte might even drown … Continue reading →

“Look, Dad, it’s not nonsense! It just doesn’t make sense to you! But I sense order in the swirls and twirls of tornados. I sense Will in this world wide web of chaos, in the screeching cacophony of questions with … Continue reading →

Balanced, precariously, on my red hand-cart, two buckets full of water for the dry bird baths, wobbled a bit. So I stopped on the dirt path to the bird feeding ground to secure them. I feed the birds twice a … Continue reading →

Here’s to tight lipped librarians imprisoned by stacks of books, keeping their passions checked. Their minds subdue their flesh. All those bound volumes bind their bodies tight Like their proper dresses buttoned to their necks like nooses. ‘Till evening comes. … Continue reading →

The cosmos is an old canvas sack slung behind the Creators back as She slogs through undeveloped space thinking, “Location! Location! Location!” Wondering which plot in the universe She will develop next, way out there, somewhere. This ceaseless speculation tires … Continue reading →

We ignore, by conscious choice, the ordinary drama around us and never learn the life or death of it. like the hawk perching on a branch of a Long Needle Pine high above the seed and suet holders and the … Continue reading →