Vestige - fall

The sun turns tree

into shadow -

*

an imprint planted

on a momentary plate;

an ever turning,

molten shape

that all too soon escapes....

*

we're all lives in form,

absorbing the rays,

casting our existence

upon earth's clay;

we are God's drafts

upon the dust,

outlining in vestige

the part that is "us".

Silent and Still....... - fall

Silence and stillness
are not the same,
it depends on the places
from where they came;
silence may be
chosen or forced,
but eventually runs
outside of its course,
while stillness digs
a well so deep
that all it may hold
will safely keep.
Few find these waters
of earthly denial
that stand the fire
of external trial,
but those who find it
are satisfied
to not rely on
applause or pride -
they make this prayer
their creed instead,
as we watch the world turn itself
on its head,
to follow what the Living Water
has said,
"but give us this day
our daily bread."

Sonshine - summer

There's a house that I know

through a yellow haze,

it's reflecting the Sonshine's golden rays,

where a garden grows

full of butterflies

and the breeze is warm

under cloudless skies...

there my soul can find peace

resting underneath

the eaves that will never know lifes' grief,

where the days never wane

and my heart knows no pain,

my mind never fears

and there'll be no tears -

close to heavens' mercy seat.