Grand Canyon

Large sandstones form a platform for the viewers.

Pinyon and juniper—the curtains.

A sharp ridge—the stage.

The variegated canyon wall

and pale blue sky as the painted backdrop. 

I couldn’t say it was beautiful,

not like mountains on an autumn evening.

Nor could I say it was my favorite place,

not like a shady creek and a rustic bridge.

It wasn’t somewhere I’d return often

to while away my time.  

It was more of a spectacle

valued for its sheer size

and audacity,

like a giant space alien had take a bite out of the earth
and we had just come to stare at the teeth marks.

writing to God For a Moment

Thrive 

Father, I pray for wisdom to value eternity,

yet see You in the details of daily living.

As cedars find nourishment in a rocky desert,

may I drink in Your presence through tough times.

Writing to God--nature

Thank You, Lord, for Creeks

Cold water

Rushing over shiny rocks

Carrying leaves and twigs

Cooling my hot bare feet

Calming me with its gurgles

Refreshing

PAD

Celebrate

Yes-at the lake with a lunch

Wave the flags, launch balloons.

No fireworks. Don’t set

Colorado

on fire, please.

How I Feel

A New Born Puppy 

Eyes closed.

Ears attune to sounds.

Nose to smells.

Wiggling around bumping into puppy brothers and sisters.

Finding mother’s nipple.

Nursing.

Just being a puppy. 

I feel like that puppy.

Newly born.

Knowing nothing.

Blind, trying to figure things out by my other senses.

Help me remember that I don’t have to know ten steps ahead,

but deal with things as You set them before me,

and trust You to take care of me and teach me the things I need to know.

a small stone

Flowers fading in a vase

Cluttered table, cluttered house

A writer must write fast

before ideas fade like flowers

and tasks pile up like clutter

luring the writer away.

Poetic Blooming Prompt--Rest

Rest, My Friend 

Rest, my friend,

like a leaf dancing, whirling, swirling down a clear mountain stream.

Rest, my friend,

like The Braham’s Lullaby tinkling on a child’s music box.

Rest, my friend,

like a warm, caressing lilac-scented breeze.
Rest, my friend,
like a book of poetry and soothing, sweet hot tea.
Rest, my friend,
like silk swishing softly on skin.
Rest, my friend,
like gentle, lulling prayers of thanksgiving.
Rest my friend.