Sweetest Song

 

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Donald & Dawn yucking it up in the great north woods (Wagner Falls, near Munising, MI).  Photo by Donald Lindsey.

The Sweetest Song
(For Dawn)

My lovely wife, my spine and central core: 
Two minds conformed sit reciting day
By day—a ceaseless piece, preparing for
The time when bodies split and cannot play.

A song so sweet we lovers cannot stop,
Nor bear, we fear, one player leaves the set.
Our days are gifts, which we determine not,
And each is given death's certificate.

We etch our magnum opus from the heart:
This masterpiece, the Maestro knows its form,
For Love Divine arranges every part,
And His sonata plays throughout life's storm.

Once gone from earth, may songs in which we play:
Make angels weep and God appreciate. 

© Donald Lindsey
All Rights Reserved
26 November 2011

 


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Three Haiku

To commemorate the first measurable snow in Owosso, Michigan this season, I give you the haiku “Snowbound.”

Just an inch of snow  
Which melts unless Hell freezes
It lay until March




From Molly the Australian Shepherd, who rarely poses or smiles for a picture, she gives you her Halloween party haiku, “I Am Batman.”

I celebrate me
Passive Riddler and Joker
Under my control

Lastly, Molly gives you “Alpha.”

My canine nature
To either kill or love you
Life is not your own


"You are not your own. You were bought with a price.
So glorify God in your body" (1 Corinthians 6:19, 20).

© DB Lindsey
All rights reserved, 11/10/18

Holy Waters

My Wyoming and Colorado buddies would argue the point, but Michigan actually is the center of the universe. If you don’t believe me, read Timeless Fly Fishing on the Au Sable River, an article posted by Up North. But this is only one place in Michigan where you will find legendary, monumental beauty in nature, and blue ribbon trout water. Michigan is a great place for people who enjoy the outdoors–winter, spring, summer and fall.

I hope you enjoy “Holy Waters,” a haiku honoring one heckuva beautiful spot on God’s green earth.  Continue reading

Michigan Autumn

White Pine needles float,

The stream reflects fire:

God’s autumn glory.

“Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice;

let the sea roar, and all that fills it;

 let the field exult, and everything in it!

Then shall all the trees of the forest sing for joy . . . .”

—From Psalm 96