Sunday, August 1, 2010

My Haiku

Economy
of words.
A deaf child's friend.

Serendipity, happy accident?
Doesn't matter,
I was there.

Reverence.
Simplicity
in solitude.

Essence.
Captured
with one word.

Endowment.
I received.
Father gave.

Shame...
to not choose
one's own course.

Purpose...
to choose
your own path.

Shame
comes looking
for purpose!

Chasing light,
heart beating,
moment---gone!

My Zion-The Place

Something about Zions draws me, calms me, soothes my soul. It's in the colors, the sounds and the spirit. It is the way the light changes as it moves across red rock walls. It is the snow on spring green trees. It is the water, slowly rippling then wildly ripping the soil and the stones from where they for ages have lain. The colors of the water transform from crystal clear droplets falling from a stoney outcrop to silver green eddies at the edge of the river to angry red torrents gushing everywhere.

It is the clouds moving thunder gray or creamy white across a light cobalt sky, pushing shadows along the cliffs stealing light then putting it back, ever changing. It is the lazy drone of insects, large and small, scurrying into crevices. The rush of water between towering walls, ebbing into a silence so deep it erases your thoughts. It is the deepening blue of the night sky, now navy studded with a million twinkling crystal beads, like a stunning gown on a beautiful woman.

Sometimes I see her looking down on me, wondering, watching. Will she ever see the me I hope to be, my mother in the sky? Does she understand the feelings of my heart, my soul? Does it really matter? How would it be to be the mother of such a creation?

Then I remember. My creations are not so numerous but equally beautiful. Two strong and handsome warriors engaged in the battle between good and evil, their weapons, good hearts and minds. Three transcendent beauties rivaling any night sky, their hearts embedded with love and wisdom.

A home, my own little paradise, a refuge for me and mine from the storm. Me teaching and guiding while sometimes not knowing. One flower planted in my Zion place, the harbinger of a thousand more blossoms to come. Visiting Zions gives me time. Time to think, to drink in all nature's beauties. Time to remember my real meaning and purpose.