Already in August

Fall comes again In measured steps We walk woods without boots Yes sturdy prescription shoes Wind, cool air seeps again To our wisdom of days growing Shorter already, we listen again Whistle of some birds flying south Does Ruby Throat hum Into shallow sky?   We know others perform Squirrel, raccoon, rabbit storing Away unlikeContinue reading “Already in August”

For Jan, My Gentle Pastor, Legacy of Hudson, my Grand Nephew, my unknown friend.

Originally posted on Writing and the Figures of Life:
Because of listening, he brought me Realizations that I’d found my God My Jesus, my Holy Spirit, some 30 years Ago plus a few months. This at Christmas Tide, December 10, 2017, realizations In Grace divine, Oh my Jesus keeper Of lambs, you found me as…

This Morning We Celebrate

More like the idea that has all broken down dreams and houseplants won’t bloom because they no longer grow; them, those orchids or philodendrons or pansies or flowers or violets because none would grow in grandma’s apartment. She had no love except for Alice who sat day after day screaming “Ma! Ma! Ma!” And weContinue reading “This Morning We Celebrate”

For Jan, My Gentle Pastor, Legacy of Hudson, my Grand Nephew, my unknown friend.

Because of listening, he brought me Realizations that I’d found my God My Jesus, my Holy Spirit, some 30 years Ago plus a few months. This at Christmas Tide, December 10, 2017, realizations In Grace divine, Oh my Jesus keeper Of lambs, you found me as seven Year-old-boy at Baptist altar call, At baptism throughContinue reading “For Jan, My Gentle Pastor, Legacy of Hudson, my Grand Nephew, my unknown friend.”

This Morning Bright and Fair

To stop and see Reader delight of wisdom In Plains so black, morning Temperance into singing I bless this day, remove My doubt, my day has gone My sight restored,  my day shall Arise in this sun, this Sunday Sing notes of Hymns, receiving God, every dew stripped August Frozen blade of Grass, mown forContinue reading “This Morning Bright and Fair”

I Praise my Lord, Death through Jordan!

By His own hand–He leadeth me! He loves me, Jesus Christ loves me, I have in my mind this vision of little Chuck saying to this man, “Who are you?” “I’m Jesus little one, so who might you be??” This is my mind, my memories of little seven-year=old Chuck walking going where, to keep momContinue reading “I Praise my Lord, Death through Jordan!”