Thursday, March 31, 2016

SIBERIAN SQUILL


Wednesday, March 30, 2016

FAITH IN SPRING

before i saw
the first flower,
i saw a
bee,
and i saw
three butterflies:
a mourning cloak;
two question marks.

and so i am in deep wonder:
i wonder, what will they eat?
i wonder, why did they come?
i wonder at their great faithfulness!
i wonder at all they have to teach me!

~ tiwago






(photography by tiwago) 

Monday, March 28, 2016

SPRING THOUGHTS

winter, infected /
with a case of summer ||
lets it run its course...

caressing sunshine /
soft upon creation's face ||
blessings of springtime...

revolutionary /
spring turns gray world upside-down ||
small things rising up!

~ tiwago

photography by tiwago

Saturday, March 26, 2016

BONDED


MALLARD PAIR 

Friday, March 25, 2016

DARKNESS


Dark, sinking sun.
Dark, clouds drawn shut.
Dark, moon eclipsing.
Dark, underground.
Dark, underworld.

Bright, a new dawn.
Bright, curtains sundered.
Bright, sun made whole.
Bright, vault opened.
Bright, kingdom come.



~ Tiwago





(photography by tiwago)

Thursday, March 24, 2016

RISING UP




Wednesday, March 23, 2016

EASTER


soft flesh 
rising through 
old bones

~ tiwago 



(photography by tiwago)

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Nymphalis antiopa

My first butterfly this year - the distinctive Mourning Cloak:




Monday, March 21, 2016

THE LAST STAND




The forces of darkness crashed upon the kingdom's boundaries as an island - each ebb lesser than each following malevolent flow. The once confident army of defenders had eroded away under the relentless waves. The beloved King and Queen had been assassinated. The princes, princesses, and the generals (in fact, all those in charge) had died one by one in battle after battle. Despair flew on black crow-wings.

A small band of troops remained outside the City walls. Their parents and grandparents were fighting and dying on the walls and at the gates. The older children were preparing to lead the young ones away in search of sanctuary. No living officer had been seen by the soldiers in days. Their bedrock Sergeant had just died in their midst from an infection from a poisoned barb. They knew what needed to be done: one last pushback to buy precious minutes. All but one, the doomed voted to elect the Wordless Warrior. He was the one they trusted most to face death with them in the final sortie. "I accept," he said.

"You can speak?" they asked in surprise. "We have not heard you speak throughout this entire war. We thought you had been silenced by injury or trauma!"

He looked into the lost eyes of each of his new charges. "When I was a Sword, I spoke with an edge. When I was a Spear, I spoke to the point. When I was a Shield, I spoke in concert with my mates. But now I am a Leader - I speak with my heart. Come. Follow me my friends."

~ Tiwago

Saturday, March 19, 2016

MOTHER-IN-LAW'S TONGUE




Friday, March 18, 2016

THE WALK

Bethphage and Bethany. 
Mount of Olives.

Legs bent so as not to drag -
He rides on a small donkey.
Leaves and cloaks rain down.

The downcast, and the outcast;
The cheerless ones - cheering.
The powerful, and the feared;
The peerless ones - peering.

"Can't you control your followers?"
"Yes, but if I did, this pavement,
On which we stand would shout!"

Mount of Olives. 
Jerusalem.


           ~ Tiwago (from Luke 19)

Thursday, March 17, 2016

NATURAL LIGHTING



Wednesday, March 16, 2016

SPRING WINE

SPRING WINE


drink deep the spring air /
inhale the thick fecund musk ||
chalices of hope

~ tiwago





(photography by tiwago)

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

AT BIRDHAVEN






Monday, March 14, 2016

SPRING



My mind must soften,
My heart must defrost,
Before the flowers,
Of grace may spring forth,
To bless a tired world.

~ Tiwago 



(photography by tiwago)

Saturday, March 12, 2016

50 SHADES OF PINK




Friday, March 11, 2016

I, MARY

I curled around,
His callused feet -
They hated me.
They called me:
A foolish woman;
A lazy dreamer;
And even a whore...

I cried as I opened,
My precious scent,
And poured out my,
Life's accumulation;
Softening his soles,
And filling the room,
With the foreshadow,
Of ultimate victory,
Over death's stench.

I cried as I prepared,
My beloved, my friend,
My master, my Lord,
For his funeral...

~ Tiwago

(from John 12)

Thursday, March 10, 2016

TRANSITIONS


Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Testing

New Layout...

DAWNING




soft light, prevenient /
whelming darkness is kindled ||
my heart grows new wings

~ tiwago

Monday, March 7, 2016

A WARM WALK ON A COLD DAY





THE UNRESTRAINED SEASON




Spring cannot be constrained,
By the numerology of calendars;
Or within meteorological boxes;
And least of all, by expectations.

Spring THRUSTS forth!
Not in Chronos-time,
But in Spring-time...

~ Tiwago

Friday, March 4, 2016

WOODLAND WINTER




PARAPHRASING "TWO CORINTHIAN":

Chapter the Fifth

For the rest of all time,
We will no longer blindly,
See the mere humanness;
Seeing with mere human eyes.
We will see the Godliness.
We will see with Godly eyes.

We are new Creations -
We must see the Shine,
And forget all the grime;
We are prodigal wanderers,
Who've been welcomed home.

We have been reconciled,
To our loving Father through,
The reconciling ministry,
Of His Reconciling Son;
Who gave us the ministry of,
Reconciliation and re-creation.

The World has been reconciled,
By the Reconciling One once for all;
Not by pointing out our humanness,
But by trusting us to be reconcilers.
We are all Ambassadors of Salvation!
We speak for the Savior of Creation!
We plead for the Son of the Creator,
That all come Home and be welcomed!
For the sake of the Sinless Son of Man,
Father, Mother, God, incarnated as Sin,
So that the Children could go Home again.

~ Tiwago


(2 Corinthians 5:16-21 through the filter of Luke 15)

Thursday, March 3, 2016

MEMENTOES OF SUMMER



Wednesday, March 2, 2016

VERNAL HAIKU




robins speak of spring /
air fresh and pneuma-ladened ||
the sun's touch - i blush

~ tiwago

Tuesday, March 1, 2016

IN LATE WINTER - PART TWO: MONOCHROME




IN LATE WINTER