Monday, August 14, 2017

White


The intensity
in his yellow eyes
burns like the wick
in a white candle.
Great indeed
is this white egret.


Floating upon dark water,
soft bowls of white
hold purity
in their petals;
embrace
the sanctity of life.


The sun sings
radiant notes
through the fog;
brings the joy
of white light
into your morning.
© 2017 Richard Havenga



Photo Locations:

1. Great Egret - Kent County, Michigan


3. Taggart Lake - Grand Teton National Park - Wyoming 



Thursday, August 10, 2017

While


Would you like to walk with me
along this path of words?

While the Astilbe
thrust their pink towers
from the perennial garden;


while the Pileated Woodpecker
cackles while hidden
deep in the woods;


while the cumulus bulge
white mounds
into the afternoon sky;


while the hummingbird
sips sweet liquid while
hovering on a blur of wings;

while cloud shadows
race across the fields
trying to catch the wind;

while summer quickens,
ripens, and opens
this invitation

to walk,
to watch,
to wonder.
© 2017 Richard Havenga




Photo Locations:

1. Six Mile Cypress Slough Preserve - Fort Meyers, Florida

2.  Pickerel Lake Park - Fred Meijer Nature Preserve - Cannonsburg, Michigan

3. Home - Cannonsburg, Michigan




Monday, August 7, 2017

Baptism II


Immersed in the natural world,

my humble soul is baptized
by the Holy Spirit within,

my grateful heart keeps opening

the gracious gifts around me.



My wonder-filled eyes
can scarcely take it in.
© 2017 Richard Havenga



You may also enjoy:  The Baptism ~ May 16, 2013



Photo LocationLafayette, Colorado



Friday, August 4, 2017

walk in the garden


walk in the garden
dragonfly on Astilbe
welcome summer days

© 2017 Richard Havenga 


Photo Location:  Home Garden - Cannonsburg, Michigan

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

Holy Dimension


The cascading call
of the Canyon Wren



kept urging my words
to form into lines
to echo the sound;

but the clear notes
bursting
from this small brown bird,

at first suspended,
then falling through
the shapeless air,

were so pure,
so full of grace;

it was impossible
to transcribe his song,
sung from the echoing space
of clear canyon air,



onto these pages;
flat, white,
and hungry for words,

impossible to honor
this holy dimension.
© 2017 Richard Havenga




Play the call of the Canyon Wren from Cornell Lab of Ornithology


Photo Location: