BENEDICTUS
This morning the lake is calm
Its surface the color of cut
And polished jade
And I note the sunrise that
Shines opalescence on still
Sleeping waters
In a moment so quiet that
If God stirred you would
See His movements
And if he spoke His voice
Would be ripples across
The stillness
GRASS
I watch the tall grass
Move in the wind
Along the road today
I noticed each blade
Is one quick stroke
Of a palette knife
That creates a blend of
Yellow and green that
Rises up a hill to sky
HER LAUGHTER
Her Laughter
A bird hidden deep in the
Green draperies of an elm
Singing from high branches
Soothing sweet
