Mt. Mesachie over Mesachie Lake at Camp Imadene

Firs by the Beach

Dancing Orcids

A Path to Beauty

Down pour 

The windows are splattered,

the sky is damp and grey

My smooth feet

 beneath my tight rubbers

splash in soft, cooling, puddles

Here comes the wind again, restless and repeating, dangerous and freeing.

To the east, and the west how far do these clouds stretch?

A hard ceiling of sculptless greys, 

pale against every tree that sways

bent, curved, with stretched fingers

cold beads of rain

a twigg that trembles

Hills of Glory

Hold to Me

Hold to me

Not to this world

for there is nothing

 in this world

 that you can prove

beyond my ever steel-strong love

that has done all feats
of heroic power

Can't you see

my eyes of tenderness 

staring up under the anvil

--should have fallen on your head

You see it still,

you feel its wind

its bitterness has touched you,

But do not strive,

do not clutch

do not 

be Afraid

I've paid.

It cleaved my skin

pierced 

ran my blood

sunk 

into my soul

-It is not your woe-

Let go

You see but the shadow

burned still 

into

 your flesh's 

sight

A retinal haze seen from the alter
you 

should 

have died on

The one I 
cut you from

-this Word is sharp-

Before, After, and Forever.

Look into my eyes

you are free

In His Hands

A Bond of Love

...And Jacob Wrestled

The hills are high and hard to see

The plain that moves towards me,

is stuck with splintered grass that's gray:

A lay of land, a stretch of space

Here live my thoughts, in this dull place

And here I sit to find my way

My legs are crossed, My face is clay

My fingers open and they close

on that gray grass that outward flows

over hills and over plains

where it grows and where it wanes.

The castle in my mind is high

full of foes—all I deny.

I am happy with my smile

an ear-to-ear that I can give

to those who impress me

those who caress me

It keeps me busy, it keeps me unfree--

It sedates me from reality.

Two bright eyes in a pretty face,

features that suggest charm and grace.

Glamorous as a galaxy,

but where is my legacy?

--Are we the fingerprint of a cosmic hand?

We are so dissatisfied with all that is calm and bland.

Eyes turned up to match the sky

a profile cut against the blue

searching out the pictures in the clouds.

Jacob wrestled until the dawn,

Fighting until his strength was gone

God against the clever sneak,

and on I fight--
 the Love I seek.