Feeling His Peace: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

“My peace I give you.”/
Being alone in His world/
opens His love gifts.

In The Deep Winter Quiet: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

In the stillness of/
solitude you feel His love/
and Creation’s gifts.

OR
… you feel God’s love/
in Creation’s gifts.

I feel ecstatic/
going to National Parks/
when no one is there.

When you’re too busy/
playing with phone apps, you might/
miss the earth’s wonders.

The world will always /
look fantastic, even when/
you ask: “Where am I?!?”

When you go up the/
river you should never come/
back empty handed.

So, if I’m offended
that you’re offended
that someone else is offended,
are you offended?

Her lips purse out at/
me, virtually. I dream/
unrequitedly.

She stands, firm and grand,/
peaks surrounded by peaks, glow’d/
hair drawing me in.

He wondered if she /
would appreciate being/
his Muse when she read.