My Lord

My Lord is the night jasmine that fills the nostrils in the warm summers eve.

My love is the creator of all and the origins of our manifestation.

His words are sweet to taste like berries from bushes grown by the sea.

His thoughts are more pure than a newborns first yearning.

 The mist lifts from my vision and the way is

made clear.

                                                         (illustration by Theresa Rogers Grand-daughter)

Rain

Free dog

It is Costa Rica where I don't think a dog has ever been on a leash. Relaxing in a hammock this guy jumped up and joined me. A great deal of petting and playing passed when his owner showed up. He told me in broken English that he has never put his dog on a leash, " It is important he knows he is free, it is good for the health!"

Grasshopper

My Lord, I am laid low before your face child of glory and prince of this place.Your mercy moves me and your lips are sweet to taste. Join with me this day as into your heart I race.

One

Like the roots hiding under the rainforest floor we are tangled together. Reaching towards our creator breaking the earth and unfolding each individual a leaf, a feather, a colorful frog. A river runs through us giving us new life every time we die. We are in this together.

Vacation

Sometimes I need to let it all go smoke a cigar and relax! Jesus and Satan can wait, or join me for one! No big literary thoughts, destiny on hold, words on hold.

"It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours.

  It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell."