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.

My feet rest cool on
limestone, miles deep, eons old.

I think I’m grounded.

My feet rest on stone,

miles deep, millions of years old.

I think I’m grounded.

I’ve been long away,
but today I stepped outside,
connecting inside.

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

Women stand in my
past and now, witness to my
dumb interference.

I’ve offered thoughts,
unrequested. If it’s not
my business, why speak?

Morgen Stund’
hat Gold in Mund
(until Fall’s time change
makes you sleep right through.)