Cancer Survivor Organist: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Unexpected joy/
filled me as a survivor/
played organ again.

Put In My Place, Kneeling: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

Her scathing rebuke/
caused me to kneel as fast as/
Scripture ever did.

In near tears, I beg/
For forgiveness for being/
So focused on me.

How far can I go?/
How much can I give? Does it/
matter if there’s love?

In church, I’ll turn off/
my cell phone if you remove/
your crying* children.

OR
*noisy

Without my canvas,/
my river* of inspired/
words simply dried up.

Remove my canvas./
My torrent* of inspired/
words simply dries up.

If I say nothing/
against what is wrong, then I’ve/
spoken against right.
Or
denied righteousness.

I greet the sun with/
raised hands. I wish I could greet/
the Spirit the same.

I hate feeling I/
must flatulate, but nothing’s/
there; I sit and wait.

He wonders if she/
could get used to having a/
guy care about her.