Experience

I’ve seen how the darkness
eases into new light.
The summer sun creases
the wan and weary night.

I know of noon’s ways,
harsh rant of glaring rays 
haranguing to passion
the giddy, fevered day.

Then keen delta breeze
the painted sun consumes
and sends vermilion fleece
to greet the rising moon.

Mustard Seeds

The cold wind blows. It buries

black seeds in deep

new snow.

So now is the time

for miracles!

Shedding death’s grip, seeds slip

their leathery binds, pale stems

rise to boundless

blue skies


as at last breaking through
golden leaves unfurl
and life again fills 
this resurgent
world.

Green Hills

Green hills
embroidered
mist rich
rising ridge
fog filled
plunging fields
cattle
black weightless
rise poised
on bare bank
grazing
the grass of
heaven

Black Night

Black night 

shrouds my sight,

stills to silence

my failing breath.

Do you recall how,

by fierce day consumed,

passion's eye conveyed

love's light

deep into our beating hearts?

Glance up!

Oh, stretch back your neck,

raise 

your sleepy eyes

and see how the tree,

thrusting to sky 

dark branches, dons 

the starry cloak 

of night.

Yahweh's Voice (Psalm 29)

Yahweh's voice through endless seas

convulses terebinth, trembles trees,

primeval forests compels to bend

to majesty proclaimed

from His highest seat

on the rising wind

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Top Image:A Wind-Storm in the California Forest, after a sketch by John Muir

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Bottom Image: A terebinth tree, common to the Middle East