Tag Archive: Poetry

Emmanuel

guite

O come, O come, and be our God-with-us O long-sought With-ness for a world without, O secret seed, O hidden spring of light. Come to us Wisdom, come unspoken Name Come Root, and Key, and King, and holy Flame, O quickened little wick so tightly curled, Be folded with us into time and place, Unfold …

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Kiss that crazy girl!

feet-in-water

You’re gonna                jump into that wild blue         kiss that crazy girl                 move there                 stay here After all         This number         not …

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quiet

driftwood remains on the beach on the Oregon coast

in the vast grand quiet         at the center                 of the mystery of existence                         if it is possible                 that a voice       …

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breaking waters

I wept                     when I first walked the river path           the rush of emerald waters                     broke against the rock                         …

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how you look

I’ve walked this path 1000 days seasoned with snow sun mist it changes how you look an eagle’s nest hides in that tree each day I marvel all the same stories spin around that tree the river hides in that stretch the edge of the water hides down that bend I remember the stones dappled …

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Don’t you know

stone_and_snow

Don’t you know who I am? You don’t know who I am. who am I? don’t know you. Am know don’t you who I Who I am, you don’t know. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet

winter twilight

pink sky fades to orange twilight deep violet beyond frosted mountains stand glowing against the sky cedar and fern point their silhouettes proudly against the splendid end of day. The emerald green river in its rage has changed its bed again the last few weeks of rest before spring’s thaw awakens its rage. Weary from …

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impossible

photo © 2007 Mike Baird | more info (via: Wylio)   a hint of spring sweetness graces the cold air the river has changed since last I went this way standing on long legs sensuous neck held aloft impossible ungainly a great blue heron lunges into flight glides effortless over the water Did you like …

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relief

against the black mountain beneath the clouded skies above the leafless trees beyond the dull roar of the swollen gray river the white bird turns in relief I turn and wend my way homeward. Did you like this? Share it:Tweet

Vision

1. the architect envisions    the site    the purposesits at the table    with pen and tools        carefully             draws lines            crafts letters    sips coffee    scratches his headerases thingspauses to thinksoon the plans are finished. hot persistent terrible burningsuffocating …

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