the silence that surrounds me grows wider and deeper. I'm walking inside a treasure that you would treasure. More than a national park, more than another colorful geological feature in Utah. I am wrapped within a blessing; engaged, enthralled, entranced. Wanting to hold on to this feeling. Needing to share this blessing.
A life, unlike our own, lifts with wings above the dusk. Gray upon gray, as evening yields with a sigh from diminishing winds. Heron lifts with wings above the dusk; finds a firm branch to spend the night. A life, high enough for dreams to be lifted.
Entering the twilight of my life, I'm walking through mountains of memory, searching for treasures to be illuminated, slowing down for a longer look. Following this path I'm now on, pursuing my passion for the word; spoken to me and through me. Pulling something from the invisible; making it visible. Drawing something from the silence to let it be heard. Accepting the invitation to praise his creation. Using these gifts to give the glory back to God. Pouring humble words onto this page from the vessel of my soul.
Purity unfolds; is revealed as a curved white cross, a shallow chalice; petals streaked with a drop of blood. From the understory, dogwood blossoms reach for blue sky, for life-giving sun, before dense leaves crowd the canopy.
Before the petals descend to the earth. Before the knock on Heaven's door can be answered.
I was inspired to write this poem after viewing this photograph by Julia Thomas titled: "Soulful Regrets".
He belongs on this Chicago street like a chiseled sculpture belongs in an art museum. His memories now hidden among the creases and the shadows. Long days in black and white that never quite attained the colorful dreams of his youth.
Taste the delicious light this lucent day in April. Smell the soil coming alive from overnight rain showers. Hear the chorus of birdsong rise like secrets from the woods. See the tapered tree buds swelling with vigorous life. Touch the open hand of God with gratitude for creation.
April 2 is a very meaningful date in my life for three reasons:
The birthday of Aaron Havenga, (April 2, 1975 ~ November 20, 1994).
The 42nd anniversary of my Journal (April 2, 1975 ~ present)
The fifth anniversary of: Walk With FatherNature(April 2, 2012 ~ present) I title this anniversary post "Harvest of Riches" because I want to gather into the storage barn...
... a bushel of my favorite poems from recent years. It was difficult to choose from the 340 poems stored securely within these stone walls, but please open these old doors, and read the twelve favorites this old poet has harvested from the archives... (Click on the highlighted titles to go to that post) The Same Sun ~ August 5, 2013 Unspoken ~ September 30, 2013 Only Silence Remains ~ October 14, 2013 Aspen Fire ~ October 21, 2013 You ~ February 5, 2014 Witness ~ August 18, 2014 Future Prayer ~ November 17, 2014 God Whispers ~ June 8, 2015 words dreaming ~ January 4, 2016 How These Words Became a Poem ~ March 14, 2016 Given ~ December 2, 2016 Desire Waiting ~ February 6, 2017 Thank you to all of my loyal viewers, and to those who have recently arrived. I hope you will explore the hundreds of entries in the TOPICS section, and search the ARCHIVES through the 600 posts I've written over these five years. I would love it if you would insert your email into the white slot above, to receive WWFN free each week. Please continue to follow my work, and share WWFN with your friends. I sincerely appreciate your presence. Gratefully, Richard Havenga