Poet's Journal
Journal Entries
Earth Welcome
Returned to the island, cold air and quiet tide relieve the dark night and morning’s weight. My eyes thrive on…
Woven Threads
Returning to the streets and sidewalks, I hunker down within the noise, exhaling morning prayers. My thankful breath a healing…
October Sun
October sun, bright on the water, turning to autumn. The distant mountains bare of snow, the sea windless and calm.…
Sky and Root
Waning crescent in the morning sky marks the slow turn to lunar dark. Autumn strengthens as the green world lets…
Atonement
Autumn of the soul when memory repents and the fruits of judgment drop into the dark earth of forgiveness. …
Breathing Silence
A murder of crows across the sky in early light, tide low, rocks exposed, sun creeping through morning clouds. The…
Open Doors
The green world breathes the last of summer’s softness, while the souls of winter are lost in warmth. Tall grass…
Storehouse
Slow the turning to cool air and longer nights. Light on the water changes color, the green world burnished to…
Tree Branch and Crow
Crows fill the windswept shoreline, black silhouettes against the sky. The sea is gunmetal gray, with sunlight breaking through rose-tinted…
Wingless Angel
Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky,…
Silent Stone
Earth trembles in rain soaked ground, yet the sea is calm, the old trees heavy with many winters. The peace…
Soul Fishing
The sunlit path, orange-gold on the sea, one lone fisherman trolling the depths for the wisdom that might free you…
Quiet Sea
After a deep ebb tide the sea slowly floods, covering the mystery with saltwater healing. My heart rests between rise…
Awake to the World
Into the wordless silence I spirit-walk the new day, bare feet to ground, eyes open in early light. Shaped and…
Face Unveiled
In silent dark the soul rests in solace hidden from city lights. The healing night and flooding sea, God’s face…
Open Doors
The green world breathes the last of summer’s softness, while the souls of winter are lost in warmth. Tall grass spires frame the garden’s closing,
Storehouse
Slow the turning to cool air and longer nights. Light on the water changes color, the green world burnished to rust. Weary, yet unbroken, I
Tree Branch and Crow
Crows fill the windswept shoreline, black silhouettes against the sky. The sea is gunmetal gray, with sunlight breaking through rose-tinted clouds. Firs sway and dance
Wingless Angel
Lifetimes longer than the age of stone, even from sea’s beginning, I counsel with tides, trace runes on the sky, call ravens to my soul.
Silent Stone
Earth trembles in rain soaked ground, yet the sea is calm, the old trees heavy with many winters. The peace I know no longer flitting
Soul Fishing
The sunlit path, orange-gold on the sea, one lone fisherman trolling the depths for the wisdom that might free you from the ancient snare. Prayer