Archive | February 2014

The Dove

The motherless child
Is shrouded in thick darkness,
The mourning dove weeps.

Swarming locust feed,
Devouring the lush flowers
And leaves the earth bare.

New healing appears,
A new life dawns sweet and good.
The dove drinks her fill.




The Sower V

Soft refreshing rains
Bringing an earthy fragrance,
Thirsty life responds.

Seeds awakening,
Now stretching, breaking their hulls
To reach the moisture.

Sower standing with
Face raised to drink in sweetness,
Wash away sadness.

Children in puddles,
Water and mud everywhere,
Joy on their faces,

Thankfulness for all.