Sunday, 30 July 2017

Honeyed Morning

After a long night of carousing
And browsing the ocean for fish,
The racoons slowly return
To their family bush
Before Venus, above, vanishes
From my vantage point
Of my makeshift veranda;
Seagulls squawk as 
They scout out their 
'All you can eat' breakfast;
Geese honk as they fly 
Through the sky;
A few cars on the ground
Begin with muffled sounds;
The starlings start their day
With high-pitched squeaks,
Eager to fill their hungry beaks
Some sort of alarm goes off
Not a car, nor a rooster,
Not a sound that I'm used to
But some sort of bird 
That insists to be heard;
A sunlit plane passes by
Like a golden fish 
In the pale blue sky;
Now crows 
Join the 'dawn chorus'
Of boisterous birds
Primed for the sun 
To, once again, perform 
Center-stage 
Bringing light and warm; 
The treetops begin to glow,
With birds tinged with
The sun beneath their wings;
Tweets are rapidly sent 
Between distant trees
Perhaps cousins or brothers
Are telling one another 
Their annelid dreams;
One last call 
For a clan of racoons
To head to the beach 
As the sunbeams reach
Above the horizon;
A silent heron hurries past -
Too quick for my camera, alas;
While most of my neighbours 
Lie snuggled in bed,
I am warmed by this honeyed scene;
By its sweetness, I'm fed
---
July 29, 2017

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Engaged in My Eden

The moment I enter the trail
That leads to centuries-old trees,
I feel the soft earth 
Beneath my pavement-worn feet;
It has been far too long 
Since I have felt 
The welcoming carpet of needles,
Relieving the pressures of life;
Waterfalls are plentiful as birdsong;

The murmur of traffic is drowned out; 
My worries are washed away

I sit with pen in hand
Upon a mound of earth,
Watching the sunlight

Favour some trees over others

I don't want to leave,
But I have only begun my journey 
I rise to see 
What else awaits me around the bend 


All senses are engaged, 
As my camera tries to capture
Where I am,
But I am no longer in this world
God is with me here. 
Is this heaven? 
I follow the footpath to find out


Dare I approach a bush aflame?

Who needs museums' dusty artifacts?

I am umbrella-ed by foliage, 

Serenaded by a nameless bird; 
There's much to investigate here
Within the pools of life-giving water 


This place is called Charlie's Trail,
But it is God's Trail (and mine)
We are alone here
Though a plane's motor overhead
Reminds me

To the city I must return;
Passengers may be on their way 
To a vacation;
This is mine
A holy day, communing 
With my kind Creator

I journal via video, 
Keepsakes to treasure;
I divert from the path,
Led by a minstrel making music
With water over descending stones
Below a universe upon a branch;
High above, a woodpecker flits 
From tree to mossy tree,
Taps out its own beat

A fly quickly buzzes past; 
A sunlit berry, not yet ripe,
 Invites me to return

But I am not ready to leave 
Just yet
I query to the hole 
In the bottom of the tree:
Is anybody home?
My heart replies, 
"Yes, I am" 
Here, 
Where I marvel at so much -
Mystery and majesty,
 Much like my God

I prune a branch of dead leaves,
Watch them drift in the breeze,
Fall to decompose 
Upon the ground
I stand, upon a rock, 
Solid, my footing is firm,
My spirit is getting there
With this dose of relief
From the bothersome bustle
That waits beyond these borders
Of cedar and calm

I bring with me a bough 
And a sacramental stone
(As I depart 
Into the full light of sun)
Tangible reminders 
Of when I was led 
Beside quiet waters
And my soul was refreshed 
---
June 21, 2017

Wednesday, 14 June 2017

The Milky Way

Into the 'winter street' 
Clusters of countless stars 
Cascade in, 
Down a spiral staircase 
Of radiant light -
A celestial circle, 
By God's fiery exhalation
Myriad reminders ignited 
From His wisdomed voice,
"Let there be...
Not just any light, 
But supernatural galaxies 
Of immeasurable light" 




















June 14, 2017

Sunday, 4 December 2016

Morning Feast

The full moon
is resting in the west
on top of telephone wires
The sky,
a lavender mystery;
indigo clouds conspire
to cloak the orb
as it slowly sinks,
while in the east, a feast
of tangerines and pinks
---
December 2009

Snow Angels

Do children in heaven make snowflakes
Or angels, with crystallized pens
Precisely designing each one
Unique as a sunset, a print of a hand
Do they sit on a cloud while they blow them
Like soap bubbles, down to the earth
Letting the wind take them wherever
Inviting hushes and juvenile mirth
Do they watch in delight as they see
Tobogganers and skiers below
And cherubic children with rosy red cheeks
Making angels in fresh fallen snow
---
December 2013

A Child Delights in the Mystery and Wonder of Christmas

How can a joy-filled man
Descend from up above
With so many treasures
For those who in
Him do believe
How does he know my name
And know the great desire
Within my hoping heart?

A small offering of gratitude
I've set apart for him
In the silence, I listen
For a sign of his arrival
I am restless
Wanting to see
A glimpse of him
To know for certain
That he is real

I know some people doubt
Their eyes have become old
And faded,
Jaded
But I believe
I believe in Christmas
I believe in Christ
---
December 2015

Sunday, 20 November 2016

Murmuration

See the visual

Did you see the starlings
See the starlings
Flying in the sky
In the sky
Hundreds upon hundreds
Upon hundreds
Of feathered wings
Swirling, swarming wings
Teaming for a twilight dance
Unified dynamic dance
Can you hear them murmuring
Murmuring, swirling
Where the spirit flows
Swooping over, under,
Over, under and again
As daylight falls
As daylight falls

Did you see the starlings
See the starlings
Flying in the sky

Like a song of praise,
They gather all as one
Lifting wings upon the wind
Bowing down onto the ground
Rising, falling, flowing, forming
A swarm of celebration
Hallelujah, blessed Creator
We glorify Your name
---

Murmuration Mesmerization

Aerial ballet, cosmic dance
Exuberant fliers grace heaven
Inspire joy, kindle lauds
Murmuration,
Nature's own phenomenon
Quintessential rhythmic starlings
Twirling upward
Vivifying wonder
Exalting Yahweh zestfully
---
November 2011