Monday, March 14, 2016

How These Words Became a Poem

They didn't form as slowly
as wood grain grows in trees.

They didn't appear instantly,
like a reflection on rippling water.

Some arrived while waiting
for late spring lilacs.

Others were surrounding me,
waiting to be recognized,
like the soft sound 
of summer breathing.

Ideas turned quietly
inside my head,
like our planet turns
silently in space.

craving expression,
came from God
speaking in silence,
like a candle flame. 
© 2016 Richard Havenga

Photo Locations:

1. Pickerel Lake Park - Kent County, Michigan

2. Home Garden - Cannonsburg, Michigan

3. South Dakota


5. Our Lady of Light Catholic Church - Estero, Florida