Her Mother’s Life, Redux: Haiku Lament

Reading her Mama’s
life, I see why she fears. I’m
her Daddy, redux.

Marinate In God: Rhyming Haiku

When we feel God’s Grace
and Spirit, let’s marinate
in it a minute.

When folks keep you down/
in your pre-miracle phase,/
look to God and live.

We were far away,
as far as possible, but
we’re now returning.

We live on Death’s Creek
where folks get sick. Should we leave?
Or work to heal it?

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.

I’m certain there is
much to say,
deep thoughts to share,
intelligent insights to expose
and uncover.

Right now,
I don’t know what they are,
I don’t know where they are,
and I don’t know
if I want to even find them.

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.

With no direction/
towards perfection, I just/
stumble and bumble.