Sunday morning thoughts

I have been reading Rumi and Mary Oliver; most recently “The Truest Devotion” and “Wild Geese”.  They put me in a frame of mind to think of things like this:

There is love
And there are rules
And there is love of rules

Which of these do you worship?

NaPoWriMo #18

Like a blind dog
searching for water
we use our other,
inadequate senses
as best we can.

Can we sniff out love,
or salvation
in this dark, mortal chamber?

Ok, this needs work, like the “can./ Can”, so close together in lines 5 and 6, but right now I can’t take the time to fiddle with it.  Another one to come back to.

NaPoWriMo #10

Three strands
twisted into one
three lives
woven together
this bond we call family

I’m not satisfied with this for a number of reasons, but I don’t have the time to fiddle with it. Such is the nature of NaPoWriMo! Maybe someday I can improve on it.