Earth Grounding Deep On Aged Limestone: Haiku

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.

Back To Nature: Rhyming Haiku

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

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

It’s easy to get/
insulted. You just decide/
that you want to be.

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?

Do I wallow? Or
do I just keep getting taught
truths of how I’m dumb.

When your life gets timed,
counted, and scheduled, it seems you/
lose time to create.

Just past noon, I turn
my face to the Sun, bask in/
warmth, know God loves me.

*(added to it the next day) —
The old Saint and I
basked in the warmth of the same
Sun, and both rejoiced.

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It is by Christ’s Grace/
we are saved, after all we /
can do, and have done.