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perhapsimdreamingHoly Spirit Haiku, Fall 2011
1.
Lord I feel your love for me
creep up upon my toes
and swell like the tide
up past my knees
and into my belly
and I laugh, because You've done it
and no other
2.
synergy with the Spirit of God
this being like no other
who makes life with breath
and space by stretching
He cannot be weighed or measured
by human instruments
His presence surrounds all that exists
even as His universe expands
His thoughts are continuous
His force impenetrable
and yet, He knows my name
and still, He knows my name.
_______________________________________________
“A lye-down by open window”, Fall 2011
Breeze tickles my face
Wind tickles the leaves
Of the large tree outside
And, impressionist music
Ebbs and flows
Between my conscious and subconscious
I am in a Renoir
And it settles, like soda bubbles in a glass
This moment of rejuvenation
The breath of my belly rises and falls
My hair comes out of its rubber band
And my back molds into the curve of my comforter
And all becomes a sweet blur
An embracing of all the goodness of rest
A momentary blur by the window
_______________________________________________
“My evening stroll”, Summer 2011
Water curves over the surface of the earth
Trickling down driveways
Lush greenery drinks and sprays mist in my path
Morning glories trumpet over a fence
Bougainvilleas pick up the dance of the breeze
While solider trees oversee the scene,
Taking mental notes for their nightly review.
And the distant mountains
Heavy with glory
Remind the land of heavenly wisdom,
Peace, and love.
My steps flip-flop along
And my thoughts finally slow to their rhythm.
Weights of the day are cast aside
in front of neighbors trashcans
some are recyclable, some are trash
Birds begin their lullabies
while blue houses turn purple-grey
Lights hang and cast their glow on a simpler world
A world with longer shadows, slower tempos,
a world at rest, for now.
___________________________________
“Awakening”, Spring 2011
An answered prayer
Feels like falling in love
Breathing and walking
And walking and breathing
At my favorite time of day
Is like chocolate on my tongue
The scent of roses from neighbors' yards
The gentle warble of men talking under open garages
Lights turning on
To cast slight shadows of security
That increase
With the dusk's finale
Of pinks and purples
Soldier trees stand at attention
Cars are at rest
Aromas from kitchens mingle
With smells from gardens and lawn
Lights are spotted across a garden
As if announcing a show tonight
Featuring: Crickets! Live!
And the trickling water and leaves maneuver down the curb
In an undisturbed dawdle
Houses settle in the shadows
Trees pull their shades and flowers shut their eyes
But my heart beats
Loud
Triumphant
Triumphant!
For God has heard my cry
And my spirit awakens like a nocturnal creature
To soar above these gardens, lawns, and curbs into destiny's newness
And to fill my weary heart
Full
Of grander hopes and prayers
So much bigger than before
Thought I walk now in darkness
So I manifest great light
Though I manifest great light
Still, the expansion of dawn will out-do me
For who knows the glorious things the Lord has in store for those he loves?
O come great glorious morning!
O come great glorious Son!
_________________________________
“Beethoven's Modern Spring Break”, inspired by Sonata No. 5 in F major, Opus 24 (Spring Violin Sonata) Spring 2012
Give me a room somewhere
With big bay windows
On at least a second story
That I might see out:
The movement of the crowds,
Or traffic, wind and trees.
Set a baby grand upon a rug on hardwood floors,
Scatter fresh, green plants,
Couches, pillows, a cat
Fill the fridge and pay the electric
And I’d compose for weeks
Out of the developing themes of my heart:
The exposition of my wanderings,
The return of haunting motives from darker days,
Undeveloped.
And the variations of buried hopes from former springs
Would take root to flourish, at last!
A new Eden from former devastations
And from the imaginations of my flying spirit: abundant journeys…
All I’d ask is that you kindly leave
The wall clock’s dying battery
And if at 11:11 it rests
That I might be given liberty
To remain so enchanted
And be reminded of nothing less
Than music
1.
Lord I feel your love for me
creep up upon my toes
and swell like the tide
up past my knees
and into my belly
and I laugh, because You've done it
and no other
2.
synergy with the Spirit of God
this being like no other
who makes life with breath
and space by stretching
He cannot be weighed or measured
by human instruments
His presence surrounds all that exists
even as His universe expands
His thoughts are continuous
His force impenetrable
and yet, He knows my name
and still, He knows my name.
_______________________________________________
“A lye-down by open window”, Fall 2011
Breeze tickles my face
Wind tickles the leaves
Of the large tree outside
And, impressionist music
Ebbs and flows
Between my conscious and subconscious
I am in a Renoir
And it settles, like soda bubbles in a glass
This moment of rejuvenation
The breath of my belly rises and falls
My hair comes out of its rubber band
And my back molds into the curve of my comforter
And all becomes a sweet blur
An embracing of all the goodness of rest
A momentary blur by the window
_______________________________________________
“My evening stroll”, Summer 2011
Water curves over the surface of the earth
Trickling down driveways
Lush greenery drinks and sprays mist in my path
Morning glories trumpet over a fence
Bougainvilleas pick up the dance of the breeze
While solider trees oversee the scene,
Taking mental notes for their nightly review.
And the distant mountains
Heavy with glory
Remind the land of heavenly wisdom,
Peace, and love.
My steps flip-flop along
And my thoughts finally slow to their rhythm.
Weights of the day are cast aside
in front of neighbors trashcans
some are recyclable, some are trash
Birds begin their lullabies
while blue houses turn purple-grey
Lights hang and cast their glow on a simpler world
A world with longer shadows, slower tempos,
a world at rest, for now.
___________________________________
“Awakening”, Spring 2011
An answered prayer
Feels like falling in love
Breathing and walking
And walking and breathing
At my favorite time of day
Is like chocolate on my tongue
The scent of roses from neighbors' yards
The gentle warble of men talking under open garages
Lights turning on
To cast slight shadows of security
That increase
With the dusk's finale
Of pinks and purples
Soldier trees stand at attention
Cars are at rest
Aromas from kitchens mingle
With smells from gardens and lawn
Lights are spotted across a garden
As if announcing a show tonight
Featuring: Crickets! Live!
And the trickling water and leaves maneuver down the curb
In an undisturbed dawdle
Houses settle in the shadows
Trees pull their shades and flowers shut their eyes
But my heart beats
Loud
Triumphant
Triumphant!
For God has heard my cry
And my spirit awakens like a nocturnal creature
To soar above these gardens, lawns, and curbs into destiny's newness
And to fill my weary heart
Full
Of grander hopes and prayers
So much bigger than before
Thought I walk now in darkness
So I manifest great light
Though I manifest great light
Still, the expansion of dawn will out-do me
For who knows the glorious things the Lord has in store for those he loves?
O come great glorious morning!
O come great glorious Son!
_________________________________
“Beethoven's Modern Spring Break”, inspired by Sonata No. 5 in F major, Opus 24 (Spring Violin Sonata) Spring 2012
Give me a room somewhere
With big bay windows
On at least a second story
That I might see out:
The movement of the crowds,
Or traffic, wind and trees.
Set a baby grand upon a rug on hardwood floors,
Scatter fresh, green plants,
Couches, pillows, a cat
Fill the fridge and pay the electric
And I’d compose for weeks
Out of the developing themes of my heart:
The exposition of my wanderings,
The return of haunting motives from darker days,
Undeveloped.
And the variations of buried hopes from former springs
Would take root to flourish, at last!
A new Eden from former devastations
And from the imaginations of my flying spirit: abundant journeys…
All I’d ask is that you kindly leave
The wall clock’s dying battery
And if at 11:11 it rests
That I might be given liberty
To remain so enchanted
And be reminded of nothing less
Than music
