a fragile thread gleams
connecting heart to unseen~
faith's soft shining dreams
the vast dark ocean
faith's small lamp guides through the storm~
rays of emotions
inner chilling doubts
faith's steady warmth dispels fears~
soft sunshine sprouts out
when words cannot reach
faith builds a bridge to the soul~
failures, lessons teach
the mountains stand tall
faith whispers, "You can ascend"~
step by step man crawls
a tapestry rolls
each color, each thread, a faith~
a beautiful whole
a quiet morning
faith awakens in the soul~
heaven up high sings
gentle sunrise bright
washes the world, faith returns~
a heavenly light,
The rain comes heavy
Ascending from clouds saturated with summer
A river appears in my driveway
It follows the slope of the land
fills a shallow pond to it’s brink
Frogs delight blending a throated chorus to the melody of the storm
Thunder, the handclap of God,
Summons the Crescendo - lightening bolts -
No rainbows at night
An elm, drunk from heaven’s nectar,
stumbles to the ground
Her branches alter the river’s path
Filling the hole where her majestic trunk once stood
Out of death,
Life appears
Coward of the Meltdeck
Far out across the distant hills, the angry sky sparked red,
A violent shade of violet as thunder woke the dead.
Pitch-black against the midnight sky, the clouds lost all control,
Unleashing all the fury of the heavens down below.
I skirted from the warehouse to the safety of the melt,
Before the marbles poised as raindrops and cooler air were felt.
From the safety of the black dirt and heat from yesterday,
I gazed upon my heaven's wrath, afraid to look away.
The storm outside kept raging on, the foundry windows shook,
Until the coward of the meltdeck dared a second look.
And just as quickly as it came thundering into town,
The wrath of heaven disappeared, and quiet settled down.
I softly thanked my Lord for such an ominous display,
And then I thanked Him once again for taking them away.
Cloud Haiku
the billowing clouds
omen of coming thunder storms
fill the air with dread
she is an oak tree
roots drink storms in deep silence
still she shades the dawn
The world is not the sum of its rainbows,
nor the tally of its storms...
it is the vision carried in the soul,
the inward star or inward eclipse
that shapes each step.
Gray heavy the cloud lids droop
to hide the burning eye;
the palm heads bow,
grasses sigh,
waves churn dark below.
The storm may rage but cannot last;
sleepy sun will wake anew
and on the scoured sand be cast
the buried treasure of the sea.
So much like souls in storms of life,
bent by the wind and bowed
beneath demonic voices, foul,
the waves molesting dark and loud,
but just beyond the veil of gray
the Son still blazes, warm.
The tempest soon will cease
and in the soul –
the treasures of the storm.
July 26, 2026
A HAIKU AND SENRYU FLOW
Weathering weather,
Birthing twin and triplet storms
Deathly streaming down.
Violent tears falling,
Bombing as if in a war:
All peace bombed away:-
Pray tell, is nature,
Aping human nature’s ways
In the world today?
If so, one hell of
A lesson is taught to us:
God’s enlightenment!
A tall white tower in stones I stretch high,
Towards the expanse or the starry sky;
I stay awake through all hours of the night,
Shining afar my steady, sparkling light.
Pitched at edge of land and sea crashing white,
It is my humble duty and delight
To guide sailors sail safely past the shore
And dread the squally stormy seas no more.
Even If storms should turn the sky to lead,
My beam ever remains where sailors tread;
Even when thunder shakes the hollow ground
I direct them to the shore, safe and sound.
Beyond the reach of warmth and far from home
Sailors trust my tower through mist and foam;
They track the trail of my bright rhythmic glow
Despite the whirling waves and tides below.
My years flit by in midst of salt and spray,
My paints from my walls are peeling away,
Yet still I hold darkness of night at bay
Until the safe and soft return of day.
Love is the quiet strength
that carries us across the oceans."
Forces fight to dominate us, to make us slaves and make us afraid.
Forces of good and bad, are always pulling, they want our life our energy and love.
Forces can make us work, for all the stuff we love so much, like our friends and family we value love above all else.
Sometimes we do not see the bad, we are taken in and then feel sad, we see the negative side of something and learn of the harms that they caused.
Forces like a storm, they strike at any time, they cause us stress and unrest, making us learn of our true best friends.
Forces move all around, they push us to places we could never imagine, some good, some bad, we pray for God to protect us.
So, loves remember there are good and bad, not all is as it appears.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
spirit is wise
open dark eyes
good stories told
aura is gold
heart duly mould
memory clear
life a love prism
nonchalant schisms
calm I am dear
dun storms pass true
eating hot stew
we dance sincere ~
A love that has weathered wild storms
And you this fierce passion contained
Tender, deeper than lust ingrained
An opened sonnet of life transforms
A tapestry still on an open loom
Unfinished here upon this earth
Those golden years, a story of mirth
Their roots deep, fragrant flowers bloom
Two hearts somehow in rapport
Good character, a crown they share
With every gesture and each care
Maybe their overflow will pour
Life's storms blow through very similar to nature's storms
sometimes you heed the warnings and signs and are ready,
at other times you are taken by surprise and are unprepared
Either way, survival takes faith, strength, and the willingness
to do what needs to be done no matter what obstacles you encounter
Batten down the hatches!
Bar the doors!
For the storm looms above
boiling hot with natures wrath.
Stand tall men! Do not waiver!
Or run like the cowards you are
leaving me to tarry through the storm
wrecked by waves and rain
till I'm nothing but
splintered battered wood.
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