Painted with the camera,

The walk in the woods near the concentration camp belies a dark history,

Just a road, taking someone, somewhere.


Each road beckons, it is not the variable.


What we follow however, is another matter.

Old Stream, New Water

The water travels silently today,

The rain filling the cup of the mountainside fully,

But not torrentially.


Meanwhile the dead trees line it’s path,

Marking the easy way down,

If not the fastest.


To the outsider the scene looks dead,

And the stream old.

Yet each drop of water is new.


Renewing each moment and racing to refresh those in need.

Not so Disappointing


When we don’t get our way,

The expectation is not met,

The answer seems wrong,

Our heart wanted something else.

Sadness, resentment, reactions emerge.


Instead, light a candle,

Ponder why it is so,

And see where to go next,

The distance may be small.

And it could be on the road you were already on.

Renewal Awaits

Gathered for the evening,

Warmed by traditional music, holding their spirits intact,

Keeping their common plight in a sacred, if unwilling bond,

As captivity holds their bodies, not their hearts.


For renewal awaits and cannot be extinguished.



Image from Vught former concentration camp, Holland. Artwork hanging in gathering and food hall for Dutch prisoners.

Springtime …

The camera is lucky,

Only seeing as directed,

Blurring out the other subjects,

Yet creating a color filled background filled with as much new life,

As the tulip who is the star of the picture.


Can I focus today?

… and celebrate the renewal around us which is Spring.

Tulips Arising


As if magically returning a mysterious call from outside their earthen lair,

Immediately disturbed, they leave the long sleep of winter,

And drive themselves uncontrollably through the soil,

Nourished by the sun and rain,

Calling them to a new and persistent life.


Where, they, surrounded by loved ones, feel the face of God.