Peeks Through Clouds

An effort to brighten darkness with gentle humor and loving truth... a desire to discern both love and truth more and more clearly when I gaze toward Glory... and a spirit-name, properly descriptive, unrequested but received, my own.

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Sunday, October 20, 2013

midnight train

howling wall of wind and steel
hurtles through darkness
mere feet from my face
crosses my tracks
whistles for me to follow

moon walk

through chilly early darkness
my legs carry me up wooded hills
down avenues lined with memories
across forgotten playing fields

directions are not required
I've walked these paths before
can see them with closed eyes
whenever my heart is open


Wednesday, October 02, 2013

girl from here


girl from here
gone to there
come to see horizons once again
lost in trees
can't feel the breeze
you know where you came from is your friend

Ahh, ah-ah, ah-ahh hear the tall grass sing
Ahh, ah-ah, ah-ahh hear wide open ring


find some wings
collect some things
you are always welcome back again
fill your eyes
with prairie skies
come and fill your heart with prairie wind

Ahh, ah-ah, ah-ahh hear the tall grass sing
Ahh, ah-ah, ah-ahh hear wide open ring

Ahh, prairie skies, ah-ahh prairie wind
Ah-ah, ah-ahh... back again