Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Hiking up to Bear Falls

Start in Telluride, Colorado,
vacation spot of rich and famous.
As you pick your way up the dirt road,
maybe stars pass you by in the daylight.
Take photo of city of cairns,
or stop and build one yourself.
Spot elk, deer, rabbits, squirrel.
Stand on the embankment looking down,
way down to the river.
Murmur polite greetings on narrow path.
Gaze in wonder at the falls,
though they’re not that big.
The wonder is more about
if you’ll make it all the way back down.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015



I'm grieving
I didn't realize it
My mind feels numb
A general sadness envelops me
I recognize it as how I felt
September 11, 2001
The bloody carnage isn't physical this time

Monday, June 29, 2015

based on photo


The weeping willow looked lumpy
like furniture draped for moving.
Behind it, slender hardwoods
stood straight and tall,
as they gazed upon the pond.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

from a photo

The Island

The island lie there lazily
in the blue sea
like a hippo in a river.
Foliage dotted its back.
Cottages gathered at its midsection
like nursing young.
Gray cliffs marked its back hip,
and reddish sands its rump. 

Saturday, June 27, 2015


For God So Loved

Like parents fighting over
how to squeeze the toothpaste tube
while their children suffer
is the church with the issues.
What really matters is John 3:16.

Friday, June 26, 2015

morning prayer

Grace Floaties

I take a deep breath
and dive into You
like a refreshing pool
on a hot summer day
and let the worries
wash off me
like dust from my feet.

Before I go back
to the daily grind
I want to lie back
and rest in You,
feeling Your gentle love
lapping rhythmically
like whispering waves.

I breathe in Your freshness,
Your hope.
Your light.
Your peace.
Take away this tightness
of my soul,
this nervousness and fear.

Usher this stress off
to wander in the desert
while I delight
in Your verdant presence,
strength and joy.
I cast my care on You
because You care for me.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

PRPG mood

In the Moonlight

The white horse, indigo, in the moonlight
Its full mane flowing along
Dreamy shadows called from the ocean
Singing their age-old song

Come where there’s adventure
Come and you’ll be free
Forget all your worries and troubles
Come to the lovely sea

The rider, a wisp of a woman
Her violet hair waving as the mane
Answered the urgent calling
And was never seen again.

Come where there’s adventure
Come and you’ll be fee
Forget all your worries and troubles
Come to the lovely sea