the years seemed but days

With sun-sweat beading,
He shines my shoes while telling
Me old stories. Tip.

photo: Osvaldo Zoom


Psalm 102:4; 6-7; 19-21 (paraphrased) haiku

I am like an owl
Awake, alone, on a roof.
My heart is blighted.

The Lord heard my groan
As one held captive—condemned.
His name will be praised.

photo: Catch the Dream