Haiku 12.11.19

Endure, my dear friend
Let bare fields wipe your brow clear
Such nights bear my hand

Haiku 12.6.19

Lord, help me to die
to myself, afraid to die,
that thy Word might live.

Spring will sprout today.
Will leap out my open mouth.
No doubt can stop it.

Lungs: No. Mind: No go.
No fun regaining fitness.
No shame, says Pain: Quit.

Night kneels to shore, sea
Pines, palms creak, and seagulls glide
Maine June, Florida now

Small seats, tiny treats
Mini-verse, vast universe
Bound for West Palm Beach

Clinging to longing
Mosquito sucking my blood
Stings, and leaves its mark.

She lifted me up,
Mended and filled my cracked cup.
Lack left. Hope walked in.