whimsical world

oh the mystical
magical
hours

of fairies and
animal kingdoms

of bunnies who talk
and are naughty

of moles, frogs
beavers
little bears
and other creatures

let us never become
so wise or vain
that we feign interest

in the wonderful world
of
whimsy

barn scene

the gates
crooked

the horseshoes waiting
for another day

quiet
comes
the evening

toward evening

it's early december
and i pause here
to remember

my tender
magnificent
God


* "The whole earth is full of His glory."   ~Is. 6:3b

lesson from a crow

he chose the highest
possible spot

turning his gaze
up to the heavens

not d
      o
      w
      n
         to the ground

he is
to me
this morning

a profile
of courage

horizon lines

where i come from
the horizon is often seen
through layers

like looking into heaven
with the eyes
of faith



*"In the presence of eternity, mountains are as transient as clouds."  ~anon

tick, tick, tick

7:36 and the clock ticks on

i am given this day
to do with
what i will

late autumn air
beckons
the dog, ready to run,
people to visit
life passing on

as i contemplate the choices

a man speeds by
in a pickup truck
stirring up dust
and gravel

tick

oh Father above,
have mercy on your children

he who ponders
and he who
hastens hurriedly



* "Time is the coin of your life. It is the only coin you have and only you can determine how it will be spent.  Be careful lest you let other people spend it for you.    ~Carl Sandburg

all because i looked at the schedule wrong

yesterday
i went to the gym
to take a bender
ball
pilates class

unfortunately
it was the wrong day
and alas!
there was no class

forntunately, i had taken my son's i-pod
(with his permission)
(i don't have my own)

anyway. . . . . .

i turned on the treadmill
turned on the pod
and started walking

and it only took
one song
                to   t r a n s p o r t   me
           out of the gym

into the enchanted world
of music

i closed my eyes
for most of an hour
and walked into the
grassy rhythms
and melodies

soon i found myself
on bleeker street
and then j.t.
was telling me
to shower the people i love
with love

sometime later
i made my way through
a warsaw ghetto
led by the violin of
ishtak pearlman and
william's
shindler's list

i sautered through pastures green
as praise
raised high

and ambled through meadows of
folk song
my heart wrung
with pride for a son

who chose such music
as this

harmonies and hints of yearning
for truth
and simplicity

i usually see with my eyes
but that special day
gave way
to seeing with my ears

and with my
heart



*"There is nothing in the world so much like prayer, as music." ~William Merrill

**Thank you son, for sharing your music and your soul.