The Newest Addition to My Room

The Thames at Westminster, Claude Monet

Fear And Trembling

Then David lifted his eyes and saw the angel of the LORD standing between earth and heaven, having in his hand a drawn sword stretched out over Jerusalem. 

I Chronicles 21:16

Inebriated, the old men stumble

Down the streets where broken bottles

Reflect the rays of moonlight on

The walls of brick and worn down stone.

The sawdust soaks the beer that falls

Out of their mumbling mouths.

Two pairs of graying eyes that turn

From shadow to shadow, looking for nothing.

Lazily they make their way

With bare feet sticking to sawdust and muck.

One says to the other with uneven breath,

“My friend, I’m bored to death.”

 
                            And then the sword struck.

Children of Light

light unfolds like a wrapped candy

budding into color on your shirt

winding,
             dripping
         down
               your
            hair

and curling up around your toes

it washes in your mouth when you smile

(and hides in your eyes)

it glides with us as we dance
       to the rhythm of the night.

we are the children of the light.

Mousie

The pitter-patter paints a picture

Slides along the bedroom door

And works its way into the kitchen

Glides across the granite floor

Onto the darkened wooden counter

Spills the milk set on display

And scurries in the open cupboard

Shrills with fear and runs away

For mother flicks the kitchen lights on

Flips the milk from on its side

And little mousie scurries homeward

Slips into his home inside

A Morning Haiku

Tears fall from a friend,
And this acidic water
Nourishes my roots.