“lakes paint living beauty
from soft palettes of peace
they reflect abundant life
embraced within circles
they nourish or preserve”

Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com

“These patterns in Galilee
reflect our sacred responsibilities
as Mother Nature labors
to mend the misdeeds of “progress”
with the slower passions of fresh life.”

“like Jesus counting each one of his tiny lambs
she will not rest until they are all accounted
and her everlasting quilt of kindness is spread”

“I was reared amid the highlands
as a disheveled mountain goat…”

Photo Courtesy of Rod Sorenson— rcoakley.com

electrified in trembling
voltages of the night
I roll myself over
to gaze into your eyes…

This poem may possess another
abstract or far deeper meaning
beyond the first obvious impressions…

trails render our escape
they trap our darkness
upon outcrops of repose
and soothe our anxieties
in meadows of wildflower…

“and now—after many long—scribbled out years
stumbling over words with my heavenly creator
I have finally learned to humbly deal with it—
even through all its unexpected ebbs and flows”

“trapped in places—we dared not venture
fixed in shapes—we risked not touch
arrayed in colors—we often ignored
traveling in lifestyles—we did not understand
and speaking in voices—we failed to hear”

“…the powers of our blossoming sun
will always defeat powers of dark rage”

I thought this poem appropriate considering the turmoil and suffering in Ukraine beginning last evening.
(photo by Carma Evans)

“But when I look upon her—I still see an endless home. Perched on vast grey wings of the unconditional love of all life—a perfect grace of water, earth, and sky…”

“So—how do we ever describe the solitudes of night
to a world with itching ears and pixelated eyes?”

“tonight—my smudged ochre sun
fell from his perch of smoky despair…”