My grandma said, “hush,”
Today God is dead, be still –
Weep, lament and pray.

My grandma said, “hush,”
Today God is dead, be still –
Weep, lament and pray.

A haiku for the first day of National Poetry month
Streams of water flow
I watch in grateful silence,
praying with my heart.

You burn within me
like a fire that would not die –
purifying love.

Dawn softly appears
I watch in grateful silence
and whisper, “thank you!”

In stillness I sit
like an open, empty cup –
waiting to be filled.
I saw a bouquet
of flowers huddled like friends
sharing a secret.
I saw a bouquet
of flowers huddled like friends
sharing a secret.
The will of rivers
is like a prayer of faith
seeking for answers.
Streams of water flow –
I observe and meditate,
praying with my heart.