Hubris does not grow on trees

11 04 2013


Today they say there is water on the moon.
Then where are the signs of evolution?

Intrigued.

Why don’t watches grow on trees?
Complexity doth not conceive of its own creation.

Intrigued.

Yesterday my bride and I walked by a forest.
Effortlessly it boasted color and texture.

Life.

Parts were dying, so others could live.
All in synchronization.

Intrigued.

Not even hubris grows on trees.Hearts are required for that.





Poem: Strange World Away

6 03 2013

Imagine stepping off the dirt you called “home” for the last four years

Into a bus you have seen come and go, carrying other lucky ones

Now, your turn has come. Children in tow. Husband perhaps.

You wear or carry all you own. Prayers saw you off. Tears your companions.

The plane, so clean and sleek. Unimaginable. You’re inside.

Everyone stares. Will it fly?

Endless hours. Food never before seen.

Landing. Fear. “Airport.” Papers please!

Friends left behind. Friendship ahead?

Step from plane to shuttle to corridors to desks to baggage everywhere to bus to lobby to hallway to room.

A world away. Strange world away, never to return.

Refuge? Lucky?

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Here are some pictures of refugees living out this poem.

 





Psalm of the Waterfalls

30 10 2011

Words fail. Stop short.But I must try.I came upon a hidden world of aquatic beauty so splendid as to defy description.Only imagination could encompass unnumbered waterfalls, vigorously cascading, each one calling, “Look here! Have you ever seen pristine beauty like mine?”One dives halfway down, pausing for awhile in a green pool before plunging again to the frothy floor to begin its meandering journey through forest and hill toward the ocean to the east.Another, roaring like a proud lion before a duel, blasts forth in triumphant power, angrily churning its way from highest pinnacle to fuming cauldron below, exploding bomb-like on the floor and launching a plume toward the sky.By the hundreds, small and great, these sentinels from heaven tirelessly proclaim the Great One who set them in place between black basalt cliffs accented in tropical greens.The waters warn of His danger for, though He is kind, His restrained anger will bring justice in its time.As great waters plunge with aggression, so is the One whose might relentlessly supplies power to all living things.The cascading amphitheater announces the beauty of the Creator whose poetry weaves through all nature, from colorful Toucan to fragrant bougainvillea.Danger. Power. Beauty.Iguassu shows what words cannot tell.Here, where the waters gather in anonymity, surrendering national pride to unity of praise, I bow my dripping head to worship You, My Creator.





Shoes

9 05 2011

Shoes

brown, wing-tipped

supple and warm with use

dusty from recent trek

needed as stand-by companions

Sitting now

waiting the call to action

ready but still

empty

cool

The feet that gave them shape have gone away

journeying no more

My father’s shoes

changed in a moment

sadly unneeded

suited to no other feet