lost

She looked at me
I looked to see a love
That could not be

Window Seat

The sun setting
Pulled into the clouds
As we descend

Specktrum

After the rain
Enlightened web captures
a rainbow

Fungus

A nervous squirrel
nibbles a mushroom
- psychotropic

Epiphanies

Today I had an Epiphany
Again
Not to say just twice today
But they have been frequent

The clouds were aligned
Swirling into the distance
In such a moment
As Moses parted the Sea
But it was only me
On a lonely hilltop
Overlooking the Archipelago

Lonely except for the presence of God
And my dog
Which filled the moment with Splendor
On my knees, spreading palms
To the sky, I gathered
The wind, the clouds and the water
Receiving more
Than the daily bread
For who would
Give a son a stone?
How much more then from
The King of this Glory
In my hands

Epiphanies are frequent
Even constant
In the soft pine,
Where the sunsets
Over the tall grass,
Or out among the white-capped sea.
I seem to know where to find them
And He certainly knows
Where to find me.

Found

I heard the birds this winter morn
Sing crisp and clear
Though Winter’d just begun
Its stint this year
And Spring was far from born

I had to think
The world tuned strange
Omen of the earth turned warmer
Or of the mind turned old
To think quick beating flutter
Could not sound joy
Even in the cold

I went out on yesterday’s tracks
To find out among the snow
The thing that I had lost
Beside the bootprint
I would know
Then thought how I was searching
For purpose
In my life to show

Seeking best to follow God’s track
And in His Holy Name
As if it were not enough
To find my own steps back
Unless they were the same

Yesterday I followed the angle of the light
So soft here in the North
As though by angels brushed forth
In long strokes
Across the sparkling white

When at last I came upon my track
I had to think
Should I turn back
Or follow on the further link?

So I listened among the pine
For the still small voice of life divine
A hopeless case
in the varied wood and snow
To find so small a thing
Among the winter blow

Then in the quiet of the wood
I saw the birds in feast on berries
Plumb and round and good
Well more than enough
For little hearts to sing

There it was
In the most unlikely place;
The soft bed of a low fern face
While on my knees to gather low
I looked up to see a cup of snow
Held among the needles’ lingers
Like an offering
On God’s fingers

Web

Suspended twice a man's height;
an arm's length across
In "measureless oceans of space",
Its mistress motionless
As the pupil of the eye;
Light filtering through the green
A gathering downpour
breaking though in floods

From the reign of water and sun,
Captured a rainbow
Vibrating its spectrums to break free
From we know not where
Blew Arachnid's strings,
Playing them like a harp's crescendo
In a soundless symphony of sight.

Lovers

Romance in tune
They summon night and noon
Full breasts and moon

Liquid?

I saw a seagull dive
And pluck a chunk alive
From the solid sea

Beach

Sparkle of the sun
Rise of the wave shone
Sinews of the sea

Broken

Still in the Forest
Heavenly quiet
- distant bells