In the beginning,
When God created
The Heavens and the Earth,
Hydrogen plasma interacted
With the force of gravity
And begat the stars,
And the stars
Begat atoms,
And the atoms
Begat molecules,
And the molecules
Begat living cells,
And the living cells
Begat brains,
And the brains
Begat human minds,
And the human minds
Wondered at the stars,
And God saw
That it was good.
delicious words
be they smooth bones
or voluptuous verbiage
reach out with rippling
fingers to stir the mind
or caress a ruffled soul
delicious words
so juicy and pregnant
with fanciful imagery
evoke sweet nuances
of lost and forgotten
realms of pure magic
delicious words
All is Self
with graceful ease
the melodies
of venus, earth, and mars
dance ever on
the notes upon
a tablature of stars
on distant lands
the marching bands
of jupiter resound
and hearts take wing
when ringlets ring
in saturn’s jeweled crown
the trumpets sound
the drummers pound
great uranus rolls on
and no less grand
is neptune’s stand
a billion miles beyond
amid the swells
faint tinkling bells
add depth that few can hear
for mercury
and pluto flee
all but the chastened ear
My woodland friends stop by every day for a snack, and I hope to have them feeding out of my hand before long. They seem like such timid, gentle creatures, and yet they can be quite mean to each other.
I made this feeder out of snow for them with two troughs and a partition between them because the “bully” of the group wouldn’t let the others eat. As you can see, it didn’t work.
I just thought I’d share a typical winter morning here in northern Minnesota, deer included. Ya, you betcha. Living up here in the sticks has its drawbacks, but we sure have deer friends.
–Photo by me
One AM, and with pen in hand
I stare thousands of miles
Beyond the flickering
Flames on the logs
As the old fan
Drones on
And on
zzz
Two AM, the flames crackle
And resolve stirs, but my
Stream of thought
Has condensed
To sweat on
My brow
zzz
Three AM, I am lost in limbo
Yet I will not go to bed
Perhaps morning
Light will…
zzzzzz
should my afternoon
shadow ever get away
i couldn’t catch it
–photo by me
In trying to write a poem, I paused
To peer out in joyous wonderment
At God’s resplendent panorama of
A beauty far beyond man’s poetry.
This breathtaking extravaganza of
Sights and sounds and sensations
Overwhelmed me so completely,
I wept over the sublime splendor
Written into every blade of grass.
I don’t think I can write that poem
Anymore — wait, I think I just did!
The planks and oarsmen
Groaned as one,
The wind began to blow,
And at the bow Leif Erikson’s
Unease began to grow.
He’d put his trust in Jesus now,
And sailed to serve the Lord —
Yet Odin’s raven mocked him
As the longboat left the fjord.
Soon blown off course,
He pulled aside a slave
In his distress, and said,
“Bring me your mistress, thrall,
Bring me your prophetess!”
The witch came forth,
Her robe bedecked with
Skulls and precious stones,
And calling on the Alfather,
She cast her ancient bones.
“What is is?” Leif called out to her,
“What do your old bones say?”
“They say a man should trust
his gods to guide him on his way.”
And so he prayed to his new god,
And soon a land was found
Where food and game were plentiful,
And “wheat and grapes abound.”
(originally 11-16)
For a man to deny that apes
Are his cousins is ignorance
And maybe even excusable
For a man to deny that other
Men are his brothers is pure
Prejudice and oafish bigotry
Let us step back and see the
World without borders and
That man is one with all life
michaeljordahl 