The wind howls, herald
Of a fearful, dreadful day.
A crashing of waves
Waves, wind-goaded, whirl
And twist in frenzied fury
Helpless rainclouds weep
A lull between storms.
The cry of birds mourning their
Shattered nests. Dark clouds.
Storm wreckage, strewn in
A casual disorder.
Dull grey morning light
Storm battered coast, an
Unleashed cocktail of furies
Howl and twist with rage.
Distant sound of a
Radio floats on the breeze.
Ripples on a lake
Winter's uncertain
Sunlight, wavering and brief,
Is always welcome
Sound of a raindrop,
Tiny splash, barely noticed
Unheeded moments
The insistent thrust
Of a restless, longing heart
Only love can meet
Shards of narrative
In swift tumbling confusion
Whirl through fevered dreams
Frostbound field, lightly
Touched by the early sunrise
As shadows retreat
The passing of hours
Where nothing at all happens
Tranquil tedium
Unfashionable
Happiness, finding joy through
Jesus, Lamb of God
The simplicity
Of suggestions to the mind
Zen calligraphy
Pure Zen garden. Dry
Rock cascades, land-locked islands
Trick the mind with ease.
To be intently
Still is to be journeying.
All movement is Mind
Blood on jagged glass,
Dripping in slow viscous drops
A young life blighted
Peopled loneliness,
Many headed solitude,
A despairing heart.
A sleep resembling
Death, the heart's feeble flutter
Soon, the final rest.
Incense, in lazy
Wisps, drifts through sunlit spaces
Rising to heaven
Winter-born despair
Child of a mind buried deep
In long, cold, darkness
He will lift you up
On eagles wings, you will see
A new day dawning
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