(A retelling of the story of Abraham and Isaac)
Abraham and Isaac, Rembrandt (1634)
A weary journey, a wakeful night,
They left their camp before daylight
An old man carrying the weight of years
Wrinkled cheeks wet with tears
At hearing the young boy at his side
Prattle on with childish pride
That he alone had been chosen
To help his father on this mission.
Continue reading “The Sacrifice”
He had waded out too far
The boy in the sea
Knee-deep he stood
As the tide withdrew
Drawing bridges round his toes
Dipped in seaweed
On a mermaid watch
Spying only undulating glass
Alluring sheets of metal grey,
Gathering towers, sparkling spires,
Sudden with a dragon’s curve
And he, turning away too late
To shore, felt the sand give way
Beneath shifting feet of clay,
Merman knee-deep no longer
Arms flailing, gasping watery riddles
Above the cresting wave
Choking fear and salt water
Blinded eyes seeing royal fury
Losing air, light, sky, dreams
In a torrent of sea
Till he grew legs again
Bones plucked from the foam
Tossed back onto the shore
Spluttering at the eddying pool
From which he rose
Like a bird flapping forgotten wings
Then dropping like a stone
On to his knees
Beside fallen sea castles.
dVerse Poets Pub:
Re-posted on JollyBeggar.com
Originally posted on PilgrimDreams.com OLN #278 Rejoice!
In the granite of city streets
is lost the sound of hope;
nor on a plain or hillside steep
no echo’s heard of struggles deep
within a heart alone.
Continue reading “Hope To Hear From You”
I take my solitude as it comes
a gift that drops unexpectedly
but often when I seek it out
I seek it in the woods or sea.
There the waves lap close to shore
and crashing, murmurs of God’s approach;
then boldly run my thoughts to Him
knowing He hears me when I speak.
Continue reading “Solitude and Setting”
I borrow, you borrow, we borrow
She borrows, he borrows, they borrow
The world borrows and borrows to joint sorrow
Hoping there will always be tomorrow.
What, then, do we borrow to our self-destruction
But justice delayed for the satisfaction
Of a life of pursuing our corrupt passion
And ignoring those who need our compassion?
Continue reading “Borrowed Time”
Don’t bother me now, I’m in a musical fog
of unknown dimensions, an alien force
overtaking my mind, sane thoughts crumple over,
dull murdered reason breathes its last
while treacherous tides lay siege
Continue reading “Musical Fog”
Having guests over at seven o’clock today
and the table is set with the sides and entrée;
Can’t leave anything out and there’s no way
we’ll forget what to leave out well past the sorbet.
Continue reading “Dinner Party Closet”
Still in winter’s death grip
green buds exposed
to icy blast
the ginkgo awaits
the sun’s warmth
as we watch
to see the first leaves unfurl
like hopes hidden
from the light of day
until the future is now.
Continue reading “Waiting on Ginkgo”
the winter day wanes.
In the valley
the blue mist descends
like a blanket
on the trees.
I strain to see
the crepuscular wanders
of nimble deer
bereft of light
DP Photo Challenge:
(An ode of sheer gratitude to a wondrous blank space that invites our creative attention)
Memories and refrigerator doors
Blank spaces covered with magnetic miasma
Of memories old, up and coming, and new,
Now I want to remember you, each one,
Refrigerator doors of bygone days
And the door I opened just today.
Continue reading “Memories and Refrigerator Doors”