Wednesday, January 26, 2011


Who masterminded this plan—
The plan that says,
Step out on a limb and walk?
And why do I obey this plan,
This foolish plan,
When I know I’ll surely fall?

Is it that I know from past experiences
That when I step out on a limb
The branch will hold; or if it breaks
Someone will break my fall,
And stand me upright on the ground
Unharmed, to find some new delight?

Who masterminded this foolishness,
This crazy, wild, adventurous plan?
And why do I not follow someone
With a plan more sensible and sane?

Is it because I am just as crazy,
Wild and adventurous as the mastermind?
After all, am I not fashioned
In God’s own image?

Wednesday, January 19, 2011


Like horseshoes, tossed by old men
on a summer's day,
and left on the village green
until their next meeting,

so the snow rings,
abandoned by Wind,
circle the tree trunks
after his wild winter game,
to await his blustery return.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Dragon Caves

The damp dark coolness
of dragon-laired mountain caves
beckons to the strong of heart.

Holding lanterns high
their way is lit before them
deep within the craggy walls.
Unafraid of tales
of fire-breathing monsters
lurking there,
they will refresh themselves
at springing waters
flowing from cavernous rock.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Life's Maze

Where does this path lead?
Is there any purpose
in meandering this walk,
this maze?

High hedges obscure
my view of where I've been
and where I want to go.

Will it, in the end, arrive
at the place I want to be?
or does it circle round and round,
this path, this maze?