Dry to the Bone #devotion #poetry #faith

desert rocks

A hand reaches up from the scorched earth

what life there was has been sucked dry

his lips can barely shape the words “Leper”

he once was young and alive

bounding like a lamb on green pastures

feet barely touched the earth for the glee

but somewhere upon the way

life took a horrible fee

it wasn’t all at once

leprosy of the heart is a slow disease

bit by bit the flesh fails

thirsting for what it can’t be

it clamors for more death

morality degrades and twists

eating the soul alive

each day vigor replaced with dust

even the desert has her moment

of color and vibrant day

you walk into the land of the forgotten

all there chose to fail and fade

*****

 

In Luke 17, there is a story of 10 lepers who are healed by Jesus. “Go, live life enjoy what you were losing,” The healer’s hands must have said.What he didn’t add, “Your leprosy is an external expression of the human condition.Without God, You will find yourself withering to dust again.” One of ten returned to praise the healer. Is it true then that only one in ten, on this earth, will thank God for his daily mercies? May it not be so for the desert is a dry,  life taking land.

“11 While He was on the way to Jerusalem, He was passing [a]between Samaria and Galilee. 12 As He entered a village, ten leprous men who stood at a distance met Him; 13 and they raised their voices, saying, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us!” 14 When He saw them, He said to them, “Go and show yourselves to the priests.” And as they were going, they were cleansed. 15 Now one of them, when he saw that he had been healed, turned back, glorifying God with a loud voice, 16 and he fell on his face at His feet, giving thanks to Him. And he was a Samaritan. 17 Then Jesus answered and said, “Were there not ten cleansed? But the nine—where are they? 18 [b]Was no one found who returned to give glory to God, except this foreigner?” 19 And He said to him, “Stand up and go; your faith[c]has made you well.”

Luke 17:11-19

 

Desert Echo #haiku #tanrenga

cliff-dwelling-walnut-canyon-national-park-service1

ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling

© Jen of Blog It Or Lose It

ancient laughter

captured in canyon wind

yucca leaves, rustling

~Jen

echoed conversation

wisdom of the ages

~mdw

This is Carpe Diem’s Tan Renga prompt for the weekend

If you are unfamiliar with the Tan Renga form,

the second “stanza” of 7-7 is an echo of another poet’s haiku

Can’t Last Forever #haiku #Fiction

black and white bound heart
seeking for relief
aching of a broken heart –
love isn ‘t forever
 
© Chèvrefeuille

 

 

“Analyze that Haiku “#2 gives us the opportunity to look around the  above haiku 360  degrees and tell its story so here goes:

It had been a long summer. Nights never cooled below 100 and my coffee ground skin was always in some state of pealing. You had  loved caressing that skin once or had it just been a mirage. Had I made myself believe that you couldn’t catch a wave the same way without me, that the crisp mountain air was dull when we couldn’t chase the fall leaves, and winter nights together well you said they took your breath away. My heart peals back revealing layer after layer of pain. When will I get to the end of you and memories…? This desert heat is more constant than your love even it can’t last forever.

 

… and then write a haiku:

hot nights

your shoes wait at the door

cold memories

Thanks to Kristjann Panneman for the prompt and inspiration.

No Harvest This Year #california #drought #haiku

John Deere
John Deere

out to pasture

headed for the city

furrows of weeds

fallfarms bothofs2
A normal year with water

cattle and corn

crops on the horizon

a good year

The prompt for Carpe Diem “Harvest Dusk” brought a tear to my eye. The harvest season is upon us but there are only weeds to harvest. If you haven’t heard, California has not only had a drought but the government has mismanaged water allocations so agriculture was allowed to return to weeds and sagebrush aka DESERT.  Friends in Porterville have no water out of the tap.

The good news – your grocery bills will be higher this fall!!!

 

Oasis of Hope #haibun #haiku #photography

sand ripples

I take another step toward my end.

None to see or hear our plight.

My child and I wander lost

left to scatter our ashes in this cruel wasteland.

My child in his lethargy was slipping, slowly .

I cried to anyone who might hear.

“Save Him. Take Me.” my plea.

A whisper came in a puff of wind.

“Walk but a little further woman. Gather up your courage and your son. I have not deserted you.”

I could hear it first.

The distinct sound of palm branches rubbing against the breeze.

WATER!

I dragged my boy to the edge where he lapped like a dog.

I dove into the scintillating pool sandals and all.

“Thank you Lord – you didn’t leave us.”

Revived in shining blue

imbibing fresh life and hope

desert strength

moon photo

This is a fiction inspired by the story of Ismael and Hagar when they were sent into the desert by Abraham.