“These things says He who is holy, He who is true, He who has the key of David, He who opens and no one shuts, who shuts and no one opens, …I know your works. See I have set before you AN OPEN DOOR, and no one can shut it; for you have little strength, you have kept my word, you have not denied my name”.
Night that loathes to give way to day
Earthbound water and heavenly fire
Tussling to rule, cloud the new day’s desire
To break forth upon the night of man
So crawling we go to catch-as-catch-can
Loathing to take the one step that is possible
Doubting that in ‘the next step’ we find
The way that is open to sighted or blind
Focusing on the grey swirl that is seen
We reach forth our arms and embrace the screen
Make clear to the faithful plodder the way
With light from above he’ll steward the earth
For the Creator’s nature is shouting forth
The Truth that draws the final line
That determines our rise or vain decline
Your bushel of doubt is overthrown
‘The next step’ brings the piercing ray
And now through the dark like an arrow true
Comes word by the song-bird the day’s broken
My feet were dangling over the edge as I peered furtively, through my iPad screen at stormy issues of publication, Facebook & blogging. My inexperience with and fears of the Internet were as giant waves threatening my demise before I even launched. But I need not have feared, for the One who moves in a mysterious way, already had His footstep planted on this storm in my teacup. And His smiling face bid me come walk with Him…on oceans.
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The first of my Kansas Sunrise triad of poems, titled ‘First Impressions’, was one of those that I read as we flew into Wenatchee. In it, over 23 years ago, I had sought to capture the way in which this whole new world of Leavenworth, KS impacted my tropical senses—soil, normally rich and dark brown, glistened instead with sparkly bits, the sun did not come up from behind the mountains, and in fact, without my Blue Mountain ranges, I struggled to keep oriented ordinally—all of this being affected, of course, by my expectations.
A Pilgrimage Launched
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Driving up from the Wenatchee airport, visually trying to come to terms with the stark semi-desert landscape of the foothills of the Cascades, I was surprised by the sight of sunflowers, of all plants! I had adopted Kansas’ state flower as my personal ‘avatar’ the day we flew into Leavenworth, on our way from our wedding and honeymoon in Jamaica, to start life together. The flight path had taken us over fields of sunflowers, providing an assurance to my heart, from that time forward, that I would survive & thrive in this new temperate clime just as they did—facing the ‘Son’. Now here we were, in the Pacific Northwest, 25 years later, taking advantage of the opportunity to also celebrate our silver anniversary, encountering sunflower garden after sunflower garden on our way to another Leavenworth, just in Washington!