Imperfect

A little bit misshapen,

But useful all the same –

A dishcloth that’s a few threads short

Of stitched and crafted fame.

It doesn’t fret about its shape

Or grieve for what it’s not.

It strokes away the messy food and

Swims the water hot.

Like me, it isn’t perfect;

It breathes an humble air,

But Loved by its Creator,

It doesn’t have a care.

A Water

The watching of a water

Fascinates the brain, and

Sits it on a calming shore.

(Shower, river, rain)

It forms-reforms hypnotically and

Moves in strings and waves,

Magician to a sold-out crowd.

(Streams, seas, lakes)

It carries light within itself and

Sparkles as it goes,

Delighting eye and thought at once.

(Ice, waterfall, hose)

It splashes, tumbles, rushes on and

Teases with its speed,

Deceptive in transparent force.

(Waterslide, fountain, creek)

The watcher of a water

Is powerless to stop
His captive role as audience.

(Pond, puddle, drop)

Act of God

Holy, Holy Bible,

Each word an Act of God –

The breath of His own whisper,

The warmth of His own hug.

His step alongbeside me,

The food that He’s prepared,

The nudge, the touch, the jolting –

From Light and Truth and Love.

Studio

The harmony of family, a

Rhythm rare and special,

The studio of home, with

Fans like no other.

First tries and

Fine tuning.

Solos,

Duets,

Trios.

Time needed,

Time spent,

Alone, with

Help, with

Others.

Safety,

Honesty,

Freedom, a

Crucible Creative.

Caged

So, what’s it like out there,

that world beyond the cage,

(the cage that I’ve been placed in, OR

the cage of my own making)?

The breath of simple freedom,

the steps of precious choice,

the room to spread my wings –

All totally inviting!

Infinite (A Haiku)

Infinite rolling,

A constant hum of engines –

Here, then there, then on

Delicious (A Haiku)

Cotton candy clouds,

February evening –

Sky most delicious!

Hill

I need a hill today.

A heart-thumping,

muscle-mashing,

breath-stealing,

bone-pounding,

brain-bashing

hill.

Not a mountain,

Just a hill.

Ribbon Rays (a Haiku)

Sunny ribbon rays

Reach through trees and fog to road –

Morning cathedral.