Echoes of joy ring The songless world yearns to hear. The troubadour’s song. A single voice sings, illuminating darkness with love, warmth and peace. The morning light hums. Hope shines through hate and despair. The reframe repeats. WIP
Warm Gulf stream rages-
La Nina northern flow shifts-
A clash, tragedy and loss.
Need of helping hands –
and heartfelt prayers.
Behold the Baby in the Manager.
Behold the lamb and shepherds.
Behold, Simeon’s prayer fulfilled.
Behold the gifts of gold, frankincense, myrrh.
Behold the wise men from the East present gifts to the King of Kings.
Behold the amazement of the Temple priest of a twelve-year-old.
Behold the Dove descending on a baptism.
Behold the Father’s voice.
Behold the twelve disciples.
Behold miracles of water into wine, the lame walk, blind healed.
Behold, men’s hearts restored, promised fulfilled.
Behold the accusation, the persecution, condemnation.
Behold the death of a King, a sacrificial lamb.
Behold broken hearts, loss, misunderstanding.
Behold death, darkness, and dementia.
Behold His Resurrection.
Behold promised fulfilled and promises yet fulfilled.
Behold the ministry of the church.
Behold the restoration of the nation of Israel.
Behold Christ’s return for the church.
Behold Revelations to come
Behold the Second Coming and every knee bowed.
Behold LIFE, LIGHT, and LOVE.
BEHOLD HIM, JESUS, the King of Kings.
Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday Jesus.
Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Wintry winds whistling Indian Summer's last stance Bowing gracefully #haikusaturday)
Fairytale Fishin' Let’s go to the pond. Fairytale fishing is best- when Gramps comes along. No buckets, no boats, And no carrying large totes. Just Grandpa and me. A pole in each hand Crickets wait by the pond bank Gramps catches our bait. A nibble, a tug- A fisherman feels the line- Waits to jerk the hook. A flip-flopping, splash Reeling in a big fat bass. Little ones go free.
My Grand is an alien, not the kind from outer space but another place. Tock-Tick, tock-tick, tock Grand's house mingles with the past Time ripples backward What, no game controls! Grand's and electronic foe But, I'm never bored. Grand swishes me off to hunt for hidden treasures with only one clue. Treasures lie within. Only the bravest of braves dare enter-'Boardroom' She's a game wizard I'm the assigned scorekeeper We battle with cards. Grand's the marble champ Her marbles have names-Galaxy Star Dust, Jupiter. The universe rules. She's the brightest star around I believe it's true. We follow all rules though we rearrange a few Mom is cool with that. I pick the veggies. Cheesy cheese and pizza sauce topping my deep crust. Peel, double whop-POP! Biscuits laid out, cut in half. Fried, light, and golden. Crispy and warm, Yum! Sprinkle on sugar dust for a delicious treat. Sometimes, I forget Hold your tongue, hang your towel after the shower. Growing up is hard. Every day learning is new. But I'm not alone. Grand's shoulder is there. Reminding me of blessings in following rules. Mom's dismayed to see fingerprint flowers displayed on the windowpanes. Leave them there, my dear. They remind me Hope was here. Then Grand winks at me. We made those flowers with air breaths and fingerprints intentionally. We watch old movies reels, tapes or DVDs. How can that be me? But it was Momma giggling with Granny Sue swinging from my tree. Tock tick, tick tock tick The clock chimes it's time to go Love you, see you soon. Mom, I hear you say that Grand is an alien Is that really true? Just bits of silliness, dear. Grand said the same thing about Granny Sue. We were best buddies. She loved me like Grand loves you. Granny was special. Yesteryears refer to another time and place. Now, I understand. Grandbabies creates rite of passage for all parents to become GRAND>
A vain impression
of my imagination;
Real or not, I see.
Sonoran Desert Nature’s pollen connector Saguaro Cactus Leptos fly at night, guided by scented highways. Time their migration. Flower-powered bats following the nectar trail, hunt by smell and sight. Mutual survival Eco-system sustainers Man, land, and the Bat.
A mind free to think Imagines, reasons, then decides to act with forethought. Haiku by RL Brown
CS Lewis said that imagination is key to reason. But your mind must be clear, lucid; looking beyond instant gratification to see a reasonable danger. Reason trains the mind, imagination helps you see beyond what you know. Reason will test, decipher, and separate subtleties that snare. You are ready to think -to act beyond just yourself.
The drug trap. A mind clouded by dreadful need. The loss of love for others and cherished memories turns to disdain. Careless attitude of life that drags you down into the depths of despair. Despair, so great that it takes you over an unimaginable cliff. Drugs trap you in a body and steal your life and freedom.
To imagine means to explore possibilities, reasons is to weigh actions with consequences with a depth of understanding and proceed with full knowledge, ready to bear consequences. Marx was an elitist fool who lived off others and yet abandoned his children to starvation. Marx was a type of man who celebrated the death of his uncle, so he could live off his Uncle’s wealth without producing any of his own. China and Russia only pulled out of poverty because they allowed for free enterprise. Our country is not perfect but it allows for everyone life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness… and all that goes with that, great success or great failure.
A mind free to think will imagine, reason, and then decide to act. R L Brown
Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.
Romans 12:2 Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.
The Last Harvest by RL Brown
Wind rustles the leaves. Trees shimmer yawning deeply, Anticipation. Autumn equinox, the balance of light and dark, time juncture converts. Turn your face eastward. Fall moon on the horizon blazing golden hues. Extravagant colors! A migratory birds last song. Light wanes for evening. Nature splendor yields a harvest of abundance, Thankfulness expressed. Inner autumn calls, time to embrace season’s change. The wind howls for rest. Light narrows yet shines. Truth displayed for all to see, God’s bountiful grace. Rapture of the church The last harvest, winter comes. Weary souls find rest.
For me, a Haiku is a 17 syllable verse that captures an image or moment that touches the heart when the reader grasps its meaning.
Some are still a work in progress.
The Haiku is a seventeen syllable verse, image or moment. or of a timed momment Grasped by the reader, meaning captured by the heart, flows with emotions. filled with emotions.
Winter folds a tree- into a counterfeit death – Gray, boney, lifeless. Dignity of Winter Lifeless trees quiet strength Autumn seeds nestled deep Sheltered.
Cold, still, frosty white Frozen precipitation The glistening sun Icicle droplets Drip amid a frozen field Robins drink mid-stream.
Echoes of joy ring The songless world yearns to hear. The troubadour’s song.
Kindness ripples when interjected precisely and rips through meanness.
Summer soybean fields Winter conifer forests Fall, hide from hunters.
Winter grants Fall's wish for an encore flower dance, frost procrastinates. Indian Summer Harvest-in, farmer's delight- Sweet whispers of thanks.
Romantic at heart Curious, Cautious, Clever Nature's lake builders Habitat framers Charming artisan As busy as a- beaver (WIP)
Rudbeckia titters Stretching roots in fertile earth. Butterfly frolics More butterlies play-
Hidden Object The only reason I've never been snake-bitten; I pound when I walk. The object I seek is blatantly obvious. but it's not a snake.
A trim crimson comb Proud strut, surefooted, perched high. First to greet the day. Calls the world to wake. Rises with the morning sun. Cock-a-doddle-do
Life Life is like a vapor Death grins when the pulse is weak. Smiles when breathing ceased. Light gleams in darkness. Shatters the stillness of time Past and present one. Death, where is your sting? Dominions lost victory. His love set us free. Prayer is your weapon. Like the soil loves the tree and gives life to the tree so does prayer nourish your soul. Prayer cradles life whether answered here or there (heaven).