be washed inside out the pure in heart will see God crystal cleansing stream
Category: Poetry
Never Forget…
the scars in my Hands say I will never forget you, never leave you
haiku: my distant pity…
compassion is bread and salve, my distant pity is a waste of time
Light Bulb in a Moscow Graveyard
Life is full of revelations, and some of them I have chronicled here in my blog over the last two years… it seems many of them come to me late in life… The first time Wayne and I visited Moscow and walked through the graveyard of their Russian leaders I had a moment of illumination……
I Bowed to Worship Another…
I relished a trip to Amherst, Massachusetts, a few years ago with my family. A long-time writing heroine of mine, Emily Dickinson and I had an appointment. I could hardly wait to visit her childhoold home. I consider Dickinson America’s best poet, exceeding the writings of Frost, Whitman, Sandburg, and Emerson… even contemporary poets like…
haiku: winter scars
the scars of winter are healed in blood red blooms, sun, warm earth, and raindrops
haiku: eternal hope!
morning trumpet blast the dead in Christ shall rise first then we who remain
haiku: broken-shadow moon
in the twilight ofdusky eve your smile sparkedthe broken-shadow moon
haiku: happy easter
Gan haKever — The Garden Tomb, Jerusalem, Israel, 2009 easter lily white resurrection day dawns clear offering new life
Bonnie Saul Wilks 