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.

There was much more/
to discuss, but it was too/
early to say it.

Are there so many/
opportunities that you/
can just pass me by?

Is my poem written/
for you? Yes! Just like Blake wrote/
for me. Paul did, too.

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

There’s a near full moon/
out tonight. If you’d let me,/
I’d call and recite. 🙂

Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down your/
body are my hands.
OR
Like rivulets from/
the shower coursing down her/
body are his hands.

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

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