Beyond the darkness
of the unsettled waters--
Christ, the Light.

Moving Toward the Light

You are adrift
Tossed on the waters
Moving toward the Light

I see your vessel
on unsettled waters
far out to sea

Reaching

solitary boat
violently tossed about
on the far shore

Mmmmm...smell
the Christmas Tree...
ah choo!

a christmas gift--good
things come in small packages
a cat haiku book

bright moon

bright moon
looks like a
street light

(I remember making this observation as a child. I was reminded of it by a post on Guru's Lifewatch)

luminous messengers
reach down, gently touch us,
bringing grace

healing balm
seasonal aromas linger
comforting the soul

blanketing snow
birds with long memories
look for seed

bones ache
ice stubbornly clings to life
cold snap

Wisdom from Lifeisgreat

Don't worry.
Offer up your suffering.
Go with what you know.

left-handed mousing

hurting arm
awkward navigation
left-handed mousing

Carpal Tunnel Bloggist

Age is pain
migrating 'round
the body

faultless covering
giving promised cleansing
first snow

under my feet
the crunch of fallen leaves
restores lost years

The savory scent
of fallen leaves feeding
future seasons

star-filled sky
skin-bracing cold
God's greeting

Remembrance Day 2005

memories
dark yet sweet
like chocolate

Man's Best Friend

warm, silent,
love without words--
gift of God

feeling cold
I wrap tightly
inside myself

beside me
you feel colder
I unwrap

a salad
of shadows and sun
prayer place

during the journey
I reach a place and see
dust, still on my feet

~Matthew 10:14

pillar of salt

along the path
of unyeilding terrain--
I look back

in my world
chilling mist seeps in
truth obscured

Middle Aged woman

Push! Breathe! Push!
Birthing two generations
is hard work.

crying out
on a moonlit evening,
I give birth.

You stumble
I want to be your crutch
I let you go

Prayer places

urban oasis
God and nature blending
call to prayer

Tiny beetle

in the morning
t i n y l a d y b u g ' s
gentle greeting

For Mike on his 50th

spreading silver
after twenty-five years
still my love

call to prayer

low clouds rise
sun glistens on church bells
call to prayer

For Ellie

new face
the smile of generations
lights up our world

Timeless

ancient building
dancing in light and shadow--
house of God

new ground

in the rain
we step uncertainly
over new ground

poo

Everybody yells.
I stop;
my foot in the poo.

~uttered spontaneously by my cousin, Sean in la Madeleine, France

(And, yes, he did step in it!)

stinging rain

stinging rain,
bitter winds strip the trees--
welcome me home

Travel

Off on a plane
gathering haiku
in a bundle

I bid adieu

I bid adieu
outside my window
earth expands

Late autumn

freezing neighbors
huddle round burning leaves
watching their dreams

ashes

in the garden
her ashes
storm clouds ahead

ashes

her ashes
in the garden--
seedlings bloom

yellow mums

free of porch
yellow mums
seek rain

Golden eyes

Golden eyes
in the yellow leaves
twitching tail

dark and silent

with folded wings
hanging on the wall
dark and silent

shattered windows

shattered windows
broken in a dream–
childhood home