New poem, Soft Light, Like Snowflakes is an evening prayer.
Author walljm
walljm
I have been writing on the web since 2000. I am a christian , a photographer, an occasional poet, a recovering dreamer, an occasional philosopher, a software developer, an autodidact, and I resemble the INFP personality type.
Soft light, like snowflakes Falling through the air Arriving on your window Sees your sleeping there Soft light, like snowflakes Bid thee sleep in peace Drifting on like sweet dreams While all thy troubles cease
A friend of mine recently recieved an email from someone who wanted to get into her email account. He requested she login to yahoo from a new url: mailyahoo.cjb.net, which grabs the username and password and posts it online. I have words for this, that I can’t say.
I’ve written a new poem. Praises for the Harvest is a departure from my normal verse, in that it doesn’t rhyme. The poem is based on a piece written collaboratively by myself, Rhesa, Ash, and Urquhart. The piece was begun by Rhesa and after having gone through the hands of Ash and Urquhart, it was given to me to finish. This is what I came up with. Harvest’s Song The song breathes across a sunlit field The deft fingers of light strumming the harvest Golden grain waving in the breeze While workers lift their voices Their scythes flashing in the…
The song like breath it dances It dances in the evening Cross golden grain its waving Deft fingers they are strumming Strumming the harvest grain The golden grain is waving In the breeze it’s waiving And workers lift their voices Lift voices while they harvest The golden harvest grain Their harvest tools are flashing Flashing in the brilliance And while their tools are flashing You can hear the rhythm Rhythm and verse ascending Ascending with emotion Heart felt emotion pouring As you hear them singing With joy you hear them singing Amidst the harvest grain With song they are rejoicing…
New Poem: Aurora’s Light
Before the light strikes the rocky shore And myst rolls up from the shadowy moor My heart beats, a pounding beneath my chest I pause as I look out on the foamy crest And I listen to the sea and its deafening roar As I watch the snow white sea gull soar And wait for aurora’s light
Under Fire in Soroti, Uganda A little over a year ago I went with a group from my church to visit a god friend of mine who was working in Soroti, Uganda doing mission work. We taught a group of 42 nationals a biblical study methods class. At the time, four missionary families were living there, working on building the church, orphanage, school, and medical facilities that were being planned. A year later those families have had to leave because Joseph Kony, the leader of the LRA, is attacking Soroti. I’ve been receiving emails from them periodically with updates, and…
Sea Gull on San Francisco Bay
A water spigot near Pier 1 on the Embarcadero
The Bay Bridge looking north.
Links to remember for upcoming Photo article…. To Blur or Not? Depth of Field
On the streets of San Francisco
It seems Paulo is getting rid of the blog? Its a scary command that, "rm -rf www/brownpau".
My heart lies wounded, ever broken, wanting to be free Yet not greatly, do I seek it, trying fearfully Not so! Cried He, with fervor strong, to you soundness of mind Tis yours to claim, beloved child, adopted son of mine. He came to earth, to live and die, and hang upon a tree And no sweeter thought had He, than His love for thee So do you think, that He would have, you wounded and not free When faithful and just, to forgive is He, a child such as thee Someday this Earth will hold no more, my feet…
A statue at the Legion of Honor.
The Golden Gate Bridge on a Foggy Day in August.
Sunset on the Pacific in SF
Sunset on the Pacific in SF
Sunset on the Pacific in SF with the Colobalance set veto low.