Saturday, January 22, 2011

Three Little Ones

All rivers run

All rivers run into the sea,
where dwells
the Storm Of God,
and Jonah
and treasures deep
of poetry.
                                                                           Altar Ram
 Abraham faltered not
nor blinked
when the ram upon the altar
caught his eye
and winked.

 For You

just a white dove
flying under a rainbow
against black threatening clouds,
wings twinkling
in the setting sun,

a promise for your eyes only
crowds around you
never saw a thing,
looking down at their feet,

as if someone may have
dropped a coin.

1 comment:

  1. These vignetts are so thought the winking ram!