No Surprise

Looking through God’s eyes
this beauty comes as no surprise
a little art in the evening sky
a human heart may wonder why
we so often fail to see
the gifts given to you and me
to do better is our vow
even though we’re not sure how


Hard Way

The broken king crouches
beside the fire near the rock face
blackened by smoke under
leafless trees giving
no protection from the
cold moonlight.

It is a small fire
suggesting only the memory
of warmth, a vague promise of light,
but yearning for other times and
places does not improve
the current situation.

Night birds add insult
to injury, their carefree
warbles completely unconcerned
with the kings distress

The addition of fuel
and the passage of time
may bring the hermit king
to a more familiar pleasanter place
or it may not. This predicament
is laughable out of necessity
under the heading “just desserts” .
Chuckling at one’s own tragedy
is a skill only learned the hard way.

Deeper Hours

In the deeper hours
memory and dreams
go together
like Fred and Ginger
like cookies and milk
like lightning and thunder
and who can tell
what spell you’re under

it’s a half-conscious haze
in high definition
that has you considering
aborting the mission
but the light is still
far enough away
you think it may be
safe to play

in the manic starlight
the cool night breeze
and you have no one
else to please
and in the end
the end will be here
until then remember
to dream without fear

After the Insects

After the insects have gone to sleep
the quiet stillness becomes complete
a silence so profoundly deep
it seems you can hear your
own blood flowing

You can hear the approach
of a breath of a breeze
moments before it rustles
the nearby leaves
then it’s gone
and the stillness keeps growing

The moon in the cobalt dome
like the eye of God presiding
over the barely seen scene
where longed for spirits cease hiding
and emerge to merge
into a greater knowing


Water and whiskey
are doubly risky
when you add a blue moon
and a mournful tune
and all the sorrow
in the known universe
fits in the back
of an average hearse

clouds like phantoms
in the ghostly light
guarding the secrets
of the night
and like angels dancing
on the head of a pin
lift you out of the
hole that you’re in

In the onslaught of beauty
sadness must yield
to the wonder and awe
you begin to feel
your soul fills
with what you see
in a moment perfect
as only moments can be


A gentle sunset
ends a gentle day
blues and whites
yield to gray
dogwood blossoms
in the courtyard light
still gleaming
translucent white

Nothing harmed
nothing helped
all much the same
now to rest
is another frame


Fare you well, pilgrim,
may your why and where
be revealed
before your time
is fulfilled
may you thank the ones
who’ve helped you
may you forgive those
who’ve hindered

May you praise the God
who set all these
wheels in motion
even when His motives
seem questionable

And when yesterday’s course
seems to be the source
of today’s obstacles, remember
to forgive yourself
for honest mistakes.
Remember that choosing
the path is a daily decision
superior to being chosen
by the path