Easter Poem

He came for me,
He came for you.
We wander with little to do.

He Hung for me
He hung for you.
We watch with nothing to do.

He prayed for me
He prayed for you
When Evil comes our lips are still

He shared with me
He shared with you
Do I ever share with you?

He came with light,
He destroyed the night.
Wecan all share His love of light.

He took away my fear of life.
He saved us all from fear and strife
Go with Him to Paradise.

In a stable the Promise came
Sought no fortune or fame.
On Friday the promise died.

Three days later
The Promise thrived.

Swan : A Haiku

Swan glide on the lake

Paddling; furiously, race

Glide calmly serene

 

This haiku, came to me watching swans at the local park. They seem to effortlessly glide through the water but when you watch more closely they are paddling themselves furiously.

Often what we see as reality is not real, but is in our imagination.

Daffodils - William Wordsworth

Now it is March and when I think of this month, it doesn't bring to mind either St. Patrick or the Eides of March.

When I lived in England March in my garden was the month of Daffodils.

 

One of the greatest poems by Britain's pre-eminent Poet laureate of the late Georgian and early Victorian period, William Wordsworth was Daffodils, the story of a walk by one of the lakes in Englands Lake District, close to the border with Scotland.

The Lake District is well worth a visit in any time of year but this poem firmly sets March in my mind as a perfect time.

 

There was a young man of Obaan.
Who decided to play in the Open.
He hit the ball so far
People thought it a shooting star.
But he didn't win the Open.

Along the way: A Poem About Life

Along the way
We sing and play.
Each day
We Pray
Just one more day.

Along the way
We sit and staay.
Call a friend
Little thought of end.

Along the way
We go through life.
Lucky few to love a wife,
Sad the ones with only strife.
Sing a song, Play the fife.

Along the way
Ne'er forget
Your time is now
Soon to be through.

Along the way
Share the joy,
There's no time to be coy.
Thanks give for every girl and boy/

Along the way
Sing and dance
Life is yours
By mere chance.

The Frog in the Night

The frog sings shrill screech.

Comes from the night, velvet black.

Spring Rain falls soft cloud.

 

 

 



The frog in the night was suggested by the recent spate of awaking frogs calling after dusk.

 

Recent rain has brought out frogs here in the Central Valley and the evenings are filled woth loud croaks and squeeks as they call to each other.

California Rain : A Haiku

Last night was a night of heavy rain here in Central California.

It must have reached somewhere deep in my imagination, because when I awoke this haiku was fully formed in my mind and unusually did not disappear with my morning shower or cup of tea.

I hope that you like it.

Let me know what you think with a comment or pass this on to your friends.

 

Skyfall of God's tears      .

  Soft, Cold on my window pane,

California.