ice on the pond ~ a mirror facing sky...fishhooks are bare

Seeking truth,
Taking another step toward God,
Yearning for light.

Following the path,
Making an effort
To do what is right.

Should reason fail
In the darkest night,
What’s left to do but to

Trust in the journey,
Stepping each step
Without regret?

The destination lies
Just ahead,
Shrouded in mystery.

The meaning of it all
Defies understanding,
Requires much more than just believing.

To the end of days,
Getting closer to God
Is this moment’s most important task.

Caring and sharing,
Feeling for others,
Listening to

That piercing voice
From above and within.
Watching for

A chance to assist
Another in need of that
Guiding light to Eternal Love.

Blue sky, cold outside
Squirrels rummage fallen leaves
Pass the nutcracker

wondering
falling into space
seeking truth

A tiny seed in a mighty sea
chases the light
to find fertile soil,
to breathe in the air and
make a new life.

The ocean currents carry it on
to a deserted isle,
depositing it there
on a barren shore.

High but dry the seed comes to rest,
waiting for the rain to fall.
sun beating down,
waiting for the rain to fall.

Clouds come by, hiding the sun.
growing gray, they play in the sky,
flashing, rumbling, dripping…
dripping down on that little seed,
washing it back into the sea.

A tiny seed in a mighty sea
chases the light
to find fertile soil,
to breathe in the air and
make a new life.