Everything
already is
immediately
not here
nor there~~
A
dog bark
seems to break
the silence
also the cricket~
and the silence is
nothing broken~~
Search is
the initiation of all
apparent movement
a never-ending story~~
Unowned
thoughts are
plentiful
and seem to
cover the gamut:
rock-solid beliefs
spiritual soarings
awakenings
I and me and
well~
owning a thought~
Thoughts
of nothing
are immediately
gone~~
Dancing circles in the air
Pirouettes to seek and share
Feathered frenzy of delight
Such a wondrous, joyful sight
Framed by windows paned of glass
As I feel the morning pass
Wings that catch the dawning breeze
Entertain my heart with ease
From my station, perched and warm
Guiding me through every storm
Birds of yellow, red and blue
Dip and sway in fluttered hue
Free and fair and all things sweet
Minding me with every tweet
Life has soarings yet unflown
Dancing circles of my own
Under the great umbrella of God’s love
I'm shielded with His security’s seal
Against rain showers of deception-deal…
Thankful am I for protection from above.
Under the blest umbrella of God’s grace
I’m supplied well with rain of abundance
Against dearth along famine-avoidance…
Prayerful I must be with faith midst worship’s praise.
Under the wide umbrella of God’s peace*
I’m secured with serene great victory
Against rain of turbulent misery…
Peaceful in His care, I let my unbelief cease.
Under the firm umbrella of God’s might
I'm propped to stand despite rain storm-soarings
Against hardships, anguish, and sufferings…
Strong am in the Lord as I do what’s right.
Under the good umbrella of God’s joy
I’m assured by His words of wondrous cheer
Against discouragements and failures’ jeer…
Jubilant am I while vanquishing rain-gloom’s ploy.
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
November 6, 2018
1st place, "The Red Umbrella" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 11/13/2018.
tome in this orkney beachstead
Warm in the touch of rotting tip heat
splitskinning addies onto top cook rock
smart eyes closed to stinking smoke
feet still wet from tidepool trapsets
Wondering when will weather break
tothers snore beneath the cook smoke
eagle dreams of summer soarings
when will I earn my right to salt
the cook rock's sate with addies left
splitem and fishwall the fire
t' gae doon sweet in morn
the gut sack's full to bait the pool
time t'wash and dream and drool
translation
at home in this Orkney beach stead
warmed by composting garbage and buried green cut grasses
cleaning fish to smoke
feet wet from tending tidal pool traps
wondering when the storm will end
while the rest sleep in the clearer below smoke
dreaming of summer eagles
looking to gain tribe rights
the flat hot rock above the fire is full
gut the remainder and stack them
to cook around the fire
to taste good in the morning
the grass wove rock sack is full of guts
to rebait the pool trap
it's time to wash and dream of breakfast
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