by Benjamin Johnson

 

White

In the

Far-flung East

May symbolize

To each life its end

But for those like myself

It is but the beginning

Of something yet more exquisite,

The stirrings of a reluctant space,

Engulfed in the brilliance of “. . .the first Day.”

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an etheree by K. A. Young

 Wind Word

Wind
whispers
in the leaves,
                      rushing through the
                            tall dry grass on a
                                    secret mission to lift
                                            my spirits to the heavens.
                                I listen carefully to the
                  voice of the wind, gently persuading:
"Cast all cares on Me, and with joy set sail!"

Vision
a haiku by K. A. Young

Opportunity
a haiku by K. A. Young