days like these

"In sacred beauty, from the womb of the dawn, like the dew I have begotten you." - Psalm 110:3

“In sacred beauty,
from the womb of the dawn,
like the dew I have begotten you.”
– Psalm 110:3









into his life
like sugared snow,

lives and days
on ice-slips free.

cold sun opens
morning haze,

mist to lighten

light enough, G*d,
for today,

still enough
the naming made.

your lifening,

dayrise lifting
into grace.


Moriah trail photo, March 23, 2015

Ember days

Old Province Road, Gilmanton, NH






Low-flying days and light-bearing faces,
whispering God in sleep-shriven places,
snow melt uncovering shook foil traces,
grinning your circle, listening graces

and you, my God, embers yet tending,
Spirit set free, fall-streak unending.

Old Province Road, Pittsfield, NH

“to tell me something”


“to me doe thou incline thine eare”
– Whole Booke of Psalms lxxi.i,ii








to tell me something,
to see if I hear,
to try connecting
this way or that,
to proffer a hope,
to tender a care,
to see if the universe
listens you back.

to raise you, God,
a silvering eye,
moon-cut night
opening here.

not so much
a pushing back,
as pray your leading
into next,

mending something
needful here,
ridge-top cresting,
star-field near,
light into love
ours to bear,
God-light lending
strength to care.



“my word shall go forth”

"For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven..."

“For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven…”










come to the edge of her prayer-field she pauses,
waters flown warmer in seasons beyond

winter-tossed cresting the shoreline before her,
ice surging bluffs the wintering storm

stretching forth waters the Spirit-turned heaven,
under-tree arching the waves freezing form

prayer given once in greenwood in Hamlin,
still yet G*d groaning, the world giving born.


“For as the rain cometh down, and the snow from heaven…so shall my word be that goeth forth out of my mouth:
it shall not return to me void, but it shall accomplish that which I please.”
– Isaiah 55:10-11

Lake Ontario shoreline ice-waves photo courtesy Marian Shearer, Hamlin Park, N.Y.

forest for trees



to fly free the frame,

or try to in leaving,

far out the wood,

masked branches fleeting.


forest for trees

thought I was seeing,

tangling vine,

stumble you bringing.


how to me God

suffer the reaching,

if not you there,

then in us meeting.


forest for trees

held yours in seeing,

pray me the song

your sparrow bringing.



“It shall come to pass
that before they call, I will answer;
And while they are still speaking,
I will hear.”

– Isaiah 65:24 (NKJV)