Poems

Romans 12:2 YLT98

"and be not conformed to this age, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, for your proving what [is] the will of God -- the good, and acceptable, and perfect."

Gaps Collection: Poems on the Run to "Seeds"

Deer Haiku

for Mom and Dad

Orange Caps

Ridge line fade

And burn out like thrusters misfiring

My heart —

Slope and obtuse reconciliation just doesn’t feel

right, so I am in this poem with that last leaf

Gone mute.

Green was the last word

To her on Halloween eve in the gravel and leaves.

AWOL day makes tears go away, and paint

Puts a fresh look on the mirror.

Gentle night is estranged for this date,

And I am complacent with that.

Ladders reach for a late cloudy moon

that never quite stays in one place. We

Will not fall today; cool spine quivers gently

through the sidewalk to the driveway.

Summer Haze

The sun was in another state.

It hazed me --

I was in God’s country for weeks,

Intoxicated?

Ridges collect on my limbic

system. Shush!

How long does the captain wait for

mutiny? Murmur.

That road has been closed for ten years.

She was right.

Now, time does stand still and stoic

under a tree.

At the dead end, where wild dogs bark

at trespass.

Is this fifty dear?

What is that you said, my dear?

Deer, I said, our deer.

"and the wisdom from above, first, indeed, is pure, then peaceable, gentle, easily entreated, full of kindness and good fruits, uncontentious, and unhypocritical: -- and the fruit of the righteousness in peace is sown to those making peace."

Mission Statement:

James 3:17-18 YLT98

Join me in a path of peace.

Running the Gap to Find the Cross Through Grace and Mercy.

My poetry invites you to explore your own run with God in an authentic setting, His nature.

Pray

Keep running with Prodigal Poet ...

Pray with me that God leads this project to the cross.