In praying for rain,
I felt like an old farmer,
tied deep to the land.
Tag Archives: Kuhns
Unwritten Sacred Secrets: IMprov Haiku
There’s secrets I’ll write
of willingly, and some too
sacred to reveal.
We’re So Connected, We’re Not: Lament
Instead of scenic views and observations,
we watch reels.
Instead of conversations:
“Look at this.”
Instead of asking and learning:
“Google it.”
No wonder we’re so disconnected
from each other:
We’re too connected
to our devices.
But at least with GPS
men can get directions
without asking anyone.
Missing Life Staring At My Screen: Haiku Lament
This gorgeous Fall morn
I, at breakfast, stared at my
phone*, not life. Why? Fail!
OR
*screen
Planting Rare Medicine: Haiku
The dark, little-used/
spot in the woods is perfect/
for rare medicine.
Imperfect Worship Criticism: Haiku
Why criticize how
others worship? They’re trying
and I’m imperfect.
New Earth’s Heart Connection: Haiku
Finding new places
to tap into the Earth’s heart:
Welcome connections.
Get Promises Fulfilled = Do The Work: Haiku
My inspired promise
languishes, unfulfilled, still.
I’ll start writing NOW.
Wildflower Rest: Haiku
When you have at last /
planted all of your gifted
wildflowers, you rest.
Ephemeral Gone Quickly: Haiku
I learned a new word,
but it quickly disappeared.
It’s ephemeral.