Her Mother’s Life, Redux: Haiku Lament

Reading her Mama’s
life, I see why she fears. I’m
her Daddy, redux.

Marinate In God: Rhyming Haiku

When we feel God’s Grace
and Spirit, let’s marinate
in it a minute.

When folks keep you down/
in your pre-miracle phase,/
look to God and live.

We were far away,
as far as possible, but
we’re now returning.

I’m certain there is
much to say,
deep thoughts to share,
intelligent insights to expose
and uncover.

Right now,
I don’t know what they are,
I don’t know where they are,
and I don’t know
if I want to even find them.

No inventory
of where you’ve been, what you’ve done?
You’ll soon go nowhere.

With no direction/
towards perfection, I just/
stumble and bumble.

We were asked if we/
would have come that Holy Night.
Answer: We were there!

So many of my/
best memories feature you./
I wish to make more.

When you write about/
feeling bad, you miss feeling/
all God’s joy and peace.