Faith · history · Poetry

Not Under The Tree #Emmanuel #Christmas #Hope

 

 

 

 

On this dry orb called earth, women continue to beg for peace, hope for their children to survive, and yearn for love. There is one love that seeks to save and heal the lost His name – Emmanuel.

I hear the beat

dry, fruitless dirt

soldier’s cruel boots

echo on the earth

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We beg for peace

our limbs weak, torn

Messiah we wait

free us from scorn

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Emmanuel

we await the day

that you will drive

world’s hate away

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We beg for hope

our babes they die

cruel these times

no tears left in our eyes

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A child born

who knew His pain

God’s son broke

death’s eternal chain

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Emmanuel

we await the day

that you will drive

world’s hate away

 

 

Christmas · haibun · history · Photography · Poetry

Lens of Yesterdays #poetry #memories

 

“Who is that?” My daughter asks as she filters through 100 year old snapshots.

“I never heard their story. I was only a child when I looked at these photos last.”

“Which side of the family are they from?” She looks for any family likenesses.

“They look like dad’s family. I’m glad these didn’t get thrown away.”

“Who is this?”

“I think it’s my great-grandfather. I don’t know much about him. I think he was a grocer. That’s your grandfather when he was a little boy and this is your great-grandmother. I think you look the most like her.”

My daughter squints her eyes to see some resemblance.

My family and their past is in a black and white capsule. Much of what remains is in a shoe box. The family farm is gone and all the antiques burned up in a fire several years ago. I want to carry forth their past but there is so little that I know.

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Box of sepia prints

few faces recognized

memories lost

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little hands

smile covered with icing

I still hear that voice

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brush away tears

people long gone

puddle in kodachrome

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One of things that we do with family is look at old family photos. There are so many dialogues. One thing is a constant we continue to make memories even as we look at the past.

Enjoy the memory making with family!!

 

 

 

 

flash fiction · history · Photography · Poetry

O Say Can You See #4thofjuly #freedom

 

“And the rocket’s red glare…”

In a wide-eyed gaze he stared

heard the sounds of cannon and musket

“the bombs bursting in air”

paradise was obliterated

swatting at bugs, ignoring the moist stench

“Gave proof through the night”

trudged forward into a world resembling a mirage

life was put on hold by madness

“That our flag was still there”

he shook himself back to reality

freedom comes with a cost

Happy Forth of July to my fellow countrymen

Americana · Haiku · history

One Cannon #haiku #memorialday

rough log house

surviving century’s seasons

feather beds

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beneath cool shade

verdant battlefield covers scars

blood stains

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whistling through reeds

sun warms each blade of grass

soldiers memories

…And they fell. No matter the mother’s sorrow or the lover’s tears they could not be revived. Such is the fate of the fallen warrior. I chose to be grateful for the sacrifice and  the bravery.

carpe diem haiku kai · Haiku · history · Photography · Poetry

Holy Mountain #haiku

Kristjaan shares for today’s  prompt at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai: ” I discovered that “Shevet Uul” is the valley of Shiveet Khairhan Mountain and that it is a very sacred place for the Tuvan people. Shirveet Khairhan means “holy carved mountain” and it points towards a very large amount of petroglyphs which can be found on this mountain. Those petroglyphs are telling the creation of the Altai Mountains region and its religious meaning for the Tuvan.”

rock wall

 

 eyes trace fissures

breeze carries holy chants of old

hands caress the past

Photograph: Rock Formation in New Mexico by L. Moon 2012

 

 

 

history · Photography · Poetry

The Ultimate Sacrifice #memorialday

soldier's helmet

Wind beats at the flag above the memorial

nothing still about the death of these lads

they stood impossible ground

defying the odds as they fought

as the storm raged they trudged

I lift my eyes unable to stifle a tear

names of men that I will never know

who died that I might enjoy freedom

air force memorial

Today we celebrate those who died not just in service to our country but because they believed in the cause of freedom. I salute their bravery in thanks.