SANCTUARY HAIKU

Sanctuary, High Point, NC

The tall twin silos,
stand resolute and fearless,
a sanctuary.

The approaching storm,
alerts the hawk to danger,
flying to safety.

Lightning strikes nearby,
winds ground all birds of the air,
and sheets of rain fall.

The hawk knows no harm.
He is sheltered from the storm.
God has provided.

Prepare me also,
to be a sanctuary,
a living shelter.

HAIKU STORM

Summer Storm, Jamestown, NC

Quickening south winds,
stir Thunder Being Nation,
and begin to sail.

Vapor droplets join,
rise on warming air currents,
and gain momentum.

Sky sculptures are formed,
spontaneously expand,
and block out the sun.

Fire spears strike the earth,
war drums shatter the silence,
and sheets of rain fall.

Double rainbows glow,
gurgling stream voices respond,
and chant Hey-A-Hey.

Tender shoots of grass,
turn their faces to the sun,
and the sky shines blue.