August 10, 2020
Tag: prayer
The Last Flower
**** the last flower of autumn fading her voice whispers the rosary **** Moonbathing Winter 2015
131st Haiga Contest – Morning Worship
TanshiArt – Waking Up
Day Star
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day star
the source of all
i hunger
for your light
on me
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The Bamboo Hut
Vol 2 Issue 1
September 2014
Haiku My Heart – Hiking
The winter woods hold the silence I crave. Though barren and bereft of green, lacking in birdsong, and harboring a dampness that can get into my bones, I have come to love the winter. It is my desert place. I can hear myself think in the winter. And sometimes I can hear the wisdom voice that whispers in us all. Wandering the silent woods, I discover a stark and singular beauty not present in the lushness of the other seasons. How blessed am I!
For Recuerda Mi Corazon – Haiku My Heart
Dreamer
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The Dreamer:
Awake, my child
come out to play with me
in the universe –
we can laugh at the gurgling brook
and sing with the mockingbird,
I know you heard my owl last night
you took delight in the hooo…hooo…hoo -ing
even as you slumbered on…
Did you know, I took delight in your delight?
The Child:
Oh Dreamer! Let me drop everything
to come out to play with you,
show me every star in every galaxy,
I want to fly through the sky
with the birds and the bees,
roll in the soft cool grass
and cover myself with cherry blossoms,
What a playground you have made for me!
Am I awake or asleep, Dreamer?
The Dreamer (laughing) :
It doesn’t matter, my child,
because, awake or asleep,
you are a dreamer,
just like me.
****
©2014 Wabi Sabi
Haiku My Heart -Thankful
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cloudy morning –
the old woman waits in darkness
for news
*
gathering sunlight and hope
from a garden of psalms
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a tiny baby
back in his mother’s arms
safe again
*
a hummingbird finding home
settles into its nest
****
©2013 Wabi Sabi
I’m experimenting today with a bit of tanka – which I think of as haiku plus two (lines) My grandson (seven weeks old) had surgery at six AM this morning, which inspired this poem. He is doing well, and I can breathe again. Thank God.
For Recuerda Mi Corazon ‘haiku my heart’
The Gospel According to a Labrador Retriever
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taking her leave
down the trail
through ragged weeds
along the pilgrim’s way,
in need of a friend
or a conscience, perhaps,
she sees the animal approach
with a cryptic note,
surreal, unreal,
the message warrants a second reading,
finally,
the dog translates.
Of course, he is a lab,
a retriever,
and, make no mistake,
he kisses friends
and strangers alike,
no strings attached,
(that’s what the note says)
the pilgrim continues
down the rocky path,
stumbling over the foreigner,
half buried,
clothing in tatters,
he’s sick,
he’s dirty,
he’s close to death,
but she detects a heartbeat,
altogether unnerved,
she recalls the message,
and slowly kisses away the muck,
with a lot of help from the dog,
who,
it turns out,
followed her the whole messy way.
****
©2013 Wabi Sabi
For Sunday Whirl ‘ #117’
For d’Verse ‘open link night’
Impossible
~
when pain enters the room
and noise – like thick smoke,
climbs into the bed
with orders to distract and torment
the truth is, it’s impossible to pray;
when voices rudely shout
setting off alarms somewhere behind the eyes
scaring the familiar silence away
you risk everything, even a tumble out the window
brimming, swimming with all your might
you try to listen
but all you hear is the brass band in your head,
there is a great pressure where once there was equilibrium
you are lost in the cacophony
choking on your own words,
until a buttery sulphur, a-fluttering,
happens by your window
and wraps you in its prayer.
~
© 2013 Wabi SabiFor Sunday Whirl #116
