As Close As I Can: Rhyming Haiku Lament

She begs: “Take me to
It’ly!” I do. She then sits,
alone, with her phone.

Pre-Christmas Self Pity: Haiku

My self-pity haiku a week before Christmas:

When you tried hard to/

avoid “Cat’s in the Cradle”/

yet they’re distant? Weep.

When you miss the point
and argue minutiae, I’ll
avoid discussions.

This is the first year
That my mom’s not here.
To share
How He cares.
It’s now my turn. That’s clear.

A bough seems broken.
Does a weeping oak exist?
Because I now am.

What benefits will you find
when you take the time
to feel Nature?

This iambic piece is part of a larger prose writing on getting outside and feeling Nature.

Why should I, having
been made partaker of the

Holy Gift, sorrow?

On a lonely field,

my neighbor’s light reminds me
of peace and the why.

Do we expect the/
Messiah to be* more than/
how we should change us?

OR
*do

I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
Orion. All’s right.*

I doubted my path
’til I looked skyward and saw
my guide, Orion.