roderator

“I caught myself whimsically smiling”

How muse-worthy the memories of true philos–

A cloud-bank catching and reflecting late-goldens.

“I laughed as a captive redeemed”

Freedom in wise-loving hands and holy unhooking-

A captive bluegill released returns bolting to pond-depths.

“I wept with no fear of being shamed”

Bodaciously rain storm thundered pain upon such spaces-

A rain-washed meadow, wild-flower seeded, now loosed to grow.

“I wrote the pain and heard spirit sigh with relief”

Oh pen, flow forth and back to this rich loamy fullness-

A Moccasin flower bursts in quieted pink-white glory toward the vernal sun.

“We are singing anew, this knowing of me through knowing with you”

Kindred graced freedoms banishing fears in trusted community; held-

“This is what God does; how love is; where life grows!”

rjs, 8-25-09

Across the town, across the field,

my nose was up; winter’s body must yield.

Pedaling for scent, I ignored the storm

Pursuing Her, driven, in Spring-fever form!

These memories crowding ahead of the rain-

Somewhere out there- Lilacs to gain!

In parts per million my nostrils twitched

Dandelion, Apple, Plum, Forsythia Tulip

Crab tree Ornamentals of delectable stripes!

Oh, No! Get away! Thawing manure! Right ripe!

Away-ward, fast outward in circular style

I pump hard, I strain for, the spring lilac smile!

Serendipitous alley, all dusty, un-kept-

after judgin’ folks round here as inept

at Lilac appreciation; inhalable joy…

eye glance met leaf-form, tis that perfumed alloy!

Yes, Lilac, you Lilac, so pur-ple-ly blessed,

of all forms of nose joy, in spring, you’re the best!

So slyly and stealthy I slipped off a slip,

tucked into my backpack and home in a zip!

Shared goodness grows friendship; here sweet joys abound-

Lilac leaf and flowerets speak community sounds!

Instructed, humbled, and awed do I write

Creator gifts, through You and Lilac—such meekness, such might!

-rjs