Haiku

A house on a hill
In the warm July evening
Quiet, safe, at rest


Like a new womb
Moisture, darkness, peaceful heat
Showering in the dark


Slowly or quickly
Raid sets in while his friends watch
The lone cockroach dies


This cool July 4th
The smoke emerges from mouths
Remnants of fireworks


A verse from the Word
The dead sinner is made new
Holy Book indeed!


Hidden feelings lie
But this music wakes them up
Resonance is truth


Symphonies complex
Speaking to the complex soul
Simplify and sooth


Knowingly she smiles
A long day almost over
We sit on the bus


In Vermont Autumn
A dead man with bright red socks
Farewell, sir Hitchcock


With a book or friend
I turn off electric lights
and light a candle


Fortune’s fickle
Fame deceives, beauty fades
Charity endures


The wealthy man laughed
The poor boy said his small prayers
to a great rich king


Glory to God alone.