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Monday, April 16, 2012

April drips - 15

Trees in the water
Are feet of the world,
Branches curling
To tree-sons and daughters.
They’re praying we’ll save them
Redeem human treason
And live.

April drips - 14

I’m a leaf stirring on the edge of the lawn
I’m a flower straining for light
I’m wild, I’m free
I’m dandelion-seeding
Kitten in flight.

April drips - 13

A daffodil once smiled at me
Desiring to be wild and free
I clipped his wings
While bees did sing
Now dandelions seed his green.

April drips - 12

Yellow daffodil, green grass,
Be careful, let the lawnmower pass,
By yellow, shining, bright delight.
My daffodil, green leafed
Is yellow breeding
Silver dandelion seeds.

April drips - 11

A poet decides the verbiage, writes
Sweet mysteries to the page, so why
Do words decide against this flight
Of wimsy, rage deriding
Poetic decision?

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

April drips - 10

April showers bring May flowers, or so I’m told they should,
But daffodils are drowning, sunk in April’s glorious mud;
Would flower if they could.

Monday, April 9, 2012

April drips - 9 - Easter Monday

Why do I choose belief each day
In this mysterious truth?
I’ve tried but can’t explain away
His absence from the tomb.
My Savior lives

Sunday, April 8, 2012

April drips - 8 - Easter Sunday

Soldiers are good at knowing when people are dead. Guards are good at watching them. But God returns Him living and forgiving. Glory to God.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

April drips - 7 - Holy Saturday

We left the church in silence, altar bare, no flowers or candles there. We shouted Crucify, once sang Hosannah to his name. Then resurrection came.