Flannel Board Clouds

2 slightly different Haiku from last evening’s sky:

1

Like kids’ flannel board

Evening sky has dusty clouds

Pressed to form pathway

2

In evening sky’s dark

Dusty clouds revealed stand out

Forming awed soul’s path

©Lazul Brightwing/Sapphire Sparrow, 2019 ~ All rights reserved.

Schizophrenic Neighbors

An uneasy neighbor, bless her…

She arrived from another place

Not just a different country

The Land of Schizophrenia…

She’s wild-looking, hair and

Costume loud, chaotic as her

Thoughts; fears, accusations

Spit from crazy mouth…

And she has familiars

Two small yapping dogs

She’s loathe to restrain…

Worst, she subscribes to

Voodoo—wanted to pray

Some unholy prayer lest

I die like a former tenant, the

Neighbor my heart misses

Who also suffered schizophrenia.

Reticent quiet soul, he made his

Way alone to church on Sundays

Dined at my table, holidays…

Now walks in Heaven healed and

Whole, body and mind restored…

He awaits my Home-coming.

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Petite ABC Prayer

This is from an old file, 2013 ~

Another

Blessing to beg

Could You, would You?

Dare I ask for

Even a

Fairly wee one

God?

Half would do

I won’t demand more than my due

Just small, a

Kind of

Little grace, Lord

Mercy, to see me through this

No-good night

Of bleak old thoughts that

Pelt and plague me

Quite as though

Reserved for

Such a season, soul in mutinous

Treason, tempted to think prayer

Useless unguent, mere

Vanity.  O! vexed am I, beset by

Woe…I’ll make my request

X-S, petite…and

Zealously praise You gratefully.

Philippians 4:6-7, Berean Study Bible

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.…

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First Soup, October Poem

Soup season begins

October gives signal 

To prepare first pot

Mixed dry beans are

Semi-precious stones

For crafting jewelry

Or small river rocks

Smoothed, shined by

Clear rhythmic washing

And gathered to form a

Humble home altar where

Prayers whisper, rise

Colored beans clatter

Dancing into empty pot

True culinary music

That stirs eager joy

Within avid cook

Turkey drippings saved

For this soup are added

With water, ample spoons

Of spice jars’ contents

Soon it’s bubbling, a

Froth on the surface like

Good witch’s cauldron

Soup simmers while

Clock’s hands wave hours

Past, in redolent kitchen

Then it’s time to taste

For needed additions

But delighted cook

Pronounces bean soup

Excellent

Let the season’s rain

Chill breezes come

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Music of Forever (7-Sentences)

A 7-Sentence Story ~

He was often fond of saying that when he met her he heard a pretty piece of music playing…though there was no orchestra, not even a piano soloist nearby.

But it didn’t matter; as in truth, it was his heart visualizing the memories they’d own after she said, “I do”, and lay in his embrace till they grew old.

He hummed the pretty piece of music at odd moments…as he came through the door after working; when he shaved; and while painting sunset after canvas sunset for her.

“You remind me of wind chimes,” she told him, stirring the steaming pot of spaghetti.

He chuckled, and fingered the tendril of nearly black hair falling beside her smile.

“I expected you to say ‘sunsets’,” he breathed.

Thirty years her senior, perhaps time had grim and greater significance to him…but then, who can say when “forever” begins?

“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” ― Robert Browning

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