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My Day: A Haiku Quintet

Friday afternoon,
My day off spent reading books:
Celtic history.

Overcast sky,
Not raining but dreary,
A cold afternoon.

I moved furniture:
The change reinvigorates
the fall-weary soul.

Cocker spaniels,
My two black and blonde puppies
Asleep on carpet.

Gaelic religion;
Interior designing;
And sleeping canines.

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Early Winter Benedicite

Sing, windblown rain,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, rain-sodden wind,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, rain-soaked earth,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, icy sidewalk,
Sing the praises of your Creator.

In winter damp, cold and clammy,
‘Gainst bitter breeze, I make my way.
Cocker spaniels running happy,
Gladden my heart this joyless day.

Sing, prancing puppies,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, joyous dogs,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, frightened bird,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, groundhog fat,
Sing the praises of your Creator.

Creatures unseen the dogs reveal,
Flushed-out bird flies headlong away.
Something furry flees with a squeal,
As in the breeze the bare trees sway.

Sing, creaking limbs,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, brittle leaves,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, frozen bark,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, withered blooms,
Sing the praises of your Creator.

Bare, wet branches cracking, leaves gone,
The trees silent stand in dark array.
The last leaves blow across the lawn
This grey and soggy winter’s day.

Sing, blowing leaves,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, dying grasses,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, beck’ning home,
Sing the praises of your Creator.

Turning back now, the dogs and I,
Toward the beck’ning warmth of home,
Out from under the dark’ning sky,
Sheltered, protected in the gloam.

Sing, twilight sky,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, hearth and home,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, prancing puppies,
Sing the praises of your Creator,
Sing, joyous dogs,
Sing the praises of your Creator.

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Desert Gaming, A Sonnet

Desert Gaming, A Sonnet 

Sagebrush, cactus, sandy, hard rock, scrabble,
Dancing rain driven, tempest beaten earth,
Purple sage, storm drenched, flash flooding, gravel.
Rocky, barren desert, place of my birth.
Water rushing over desolate ground;
Las Vegas in springtime; storms in the desert.
Creatures of arid wasteland drenched, drowned,
While in the city men hope for pay dirt;
Their backs on God’s natural bounty turning,
Thus never satisfying their yearning.

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A Prayer

At each morn and end of day,
To God I sing the same refrain;
Each day I vow and each I pray
That in God’s presence I’ll remain:

“God of all light, God of all dark,
Lord of the night and of the day,
Enwrap my will, enclose my heart;
Never from your love let me stray.”

Yet, Lord, from you I wander still,
I turn my back to your decrees;
I know it wrong, my sinful will,
And so I fall upon my knees:

“God of time and eternity,
Lord of the endless realms of space,
Sov’reign of earth and of the sea,
Enfold me within your embrace.

consuming-flame.gif“God of the storm, the rushing air,
Transcendent Lord, yet loving Friend,
Who, though distant, is always there,
From the beginning to the end.

“God of my innermost desire,
Lord of my world, my life, my soul,
God of all might, O holy fire,
Consume my sin and make me whole.”

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Cold Silence

Cold Silence

Cold Silence by Mani Jahanshahi

Early morn, chill and dark …
A dog snores contentedly,
The coffee maker gurgles,
But the cold silence remains.

The pages of my book …
Each one whispers as it turns,
Words form pictures in my mind,
But the cold silence remains.

Somewhere in the basement …
A pilot lights the furnace,
Sheet metal ducts, heating, creak,
But the cold silence remains.

On the highway, a truck …
Tires humming on dark pavement,
A brief rush of machine noise,
But the cold silence remains.

At last the sun appears …
Bright line on the horizon.
In the wood, a bird makes song;
The cold silence is broken.

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Autumn Vision

Autumn LeafAutumn Vision

Red leaf
Falling
Floating
Dancing
Leaping
Cavorting
On laughing breeze
Diving
Dipping
Dropping
Stopping
Resting
On calm green grass

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