A recording from Lawrence Winnerman's live video
In the chaos of the storm
Chaos slyly storms alone
With lightning bolts so deftly thrown
Plots conspire crown thought arrayed
Stab false “truths,” deny their shade.
Clouds unload in sleeting curtains
God nods now to human burdens
Hot arrows pierce obtuse deception
Ignite vile coals’ revenge pretension
Despite the honest earthen word
So clearly seen, so proudly heard
Ravaged thought mocks golden rule.
Crime is its prideful foolish tool.
For love abounds where lack finds
And sours zested lemon juice rinds.
Love knows solely as fate teaches
And Hope slugs fine sand beaches
Rugged mountain tops survey
Ocean’s depth waves lives to sway.
All earths creatures land and sky
Nest or rest as time expressed
And green blooms as snowy peaks
Bare of leaves as water melts, leaks
The cracks in creviced granite drain
To fall and ride their journey again.
I make stained glass angels paintings
I used to write a monthly column in N California newspaper back in 1990
My first time here
In the chaos of the storm
Chaos slyly storms alone
With lightning bolts so deftly thrown
Plots conspire crown thought arrayed
Stab false “truths,” deny their shade.
Clouds unload in sleeting curtains
God nods now to human burdens
Hot arrows pierce obtuse deception
Ignite vile coals’ revenge pretension
Despite the honest earthen word
So clearly seen, so proudly heard
Ravaged thought mocks golden rule.
Crime is its prideful foolish tool.
For love abounds where lack finds
And sours zested lemon juice rinds.
Love knows solely as fate teaches
And Hope slugs fine sand beaches
Rugged mountain tops survey
Ocean’s depth waves lives to sway.
All earths creatures land and sky
Nest or rest as time expressed
And green blooms as snowy peaks
Bare of leaves as water melts, leaks
The cracks in creviced granite drain
To fall and ride their journey again.
I make stained glass angels paintings
I used to write a monthly column in N California newspaper back in 1990
My first time here