old and new passions
collide only to be met
by the joys we share
Haiku 4.21
how sweet is her love
as I change and grow how sweet
is her loving touch
Spiritual Sense
You are in a sailboat
out on the water far
from the familiar.
The wind ceases. It is
so quiet you can hear
yourself thinking.
The only other sound
is the water slapping
the sides of the boat.
You pray.
Common sense would
dictate that you row
the boat home.
You can if you want.
Faith grows choice by
choice.
Spiritual sense would
dictate that you wait.
You choose to wait
and pray.
There came a whisper.
“Sail on, sail on.” Then
came the wind.
Doesn’t it
got an email phone
usage report for
last year
holy smokes
we sent 11,333 text
messages
maybe I sent a few
hundred
tops
says a lot doesn’t it
I mean doesn’t it
Haiku 3.21
my eyes got heavy
as I closed in on a thought
the two never met
Last Car
a thirty-year-old would
have never thought
what I just thought
I am convinced that
when you get older you
have older thoughts
which made me thank
God for life today as I
thought that it is
highly probable I have
purchased my last car
Tomorrow’s Headlines
as I watched squirrels jump
across the yard I remembered
that God’s grace abounds and
God is greater than any system
of government or the people
in it or under it and yesterday’s
riots will be long forgotten like
tomorrow’s headlines
Lost in Two Haiku
America has
fallen is not the name of
a movie or the
title of a best
seller but a nation that
has lost its way home
Haiku 2.21
night comes in under
the treetops reflecting the
the last light of day
Haiku 1.21
a new year of hope
to simply savor the gift
of life in God’s peace