Night Raider

A few bean plants lost their leaves in the night. A trail of dainty hoofprints led across the garden. Who, then, is the thief?

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Nowadays

When I was young,

I sprang from my bed.

Nowadays,

I rise from the dead.

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Wonderment

Children’s eyes

See marvels --

Creation born anew --

Wonderment

In each small

Everything.

Give me, Lord,

A child’s view.

 

© 1985 Janalyn Voigt

Helpers

Hands that strengthen mine I cannot despise, for they give more than they take.

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Grace

Harsh words spoken in haste cannot erase themselves without me.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Storm Song

The thrum of rain in the gutters, the swish of tires on the street, the purr of my cat provide music enough.

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Majesty

The mountains stand sharp, edged in green. Storm clouds roil in a summer’s sky. An eagle soars. I gaze, but cannot hold them thus.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Focus

Cracks split the pavement and nurture weeds, but in the garden flowers bloom.

I choose my world.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Life Imitates Art

After plowing and planting a virtual farm, I looked out the window and saw weeds growing in my real garden. My fingernails are now dirty.

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Morning Song

Birdsong chimed to wake me but drowned beneath a rush of commuter traffic.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Technology

I’m chipping away at the great ice block of my technological ignorance, one small piece at a time.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Rain

Sparkling drops caress blossoms and wash clean the street. Seedlings in the garden revive. Tree roots drink deep. How can I complain?

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt

Marking Time

The clock ticks away in my office, like a measured heartbeat, punctuating each moment, marking every “now.” I must do the same.

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Arc of Life

Each moment is born, lives and dies into the next.

© 2009 Janalyn Voigt