“…sunset…”

Sunset 

End of the day, the sun set is spectacularly colorful 

According to plan and design it sets

We climb the hill again to see, to rise

To Rise above the haste, the downturns, the crashing days

We climb and see the mountains in the distant horizon 

Surface and the sky appear to meet.

Rising from the earth, towering high 

Sky painted in orange, red and colors indescribable 

Contrasting heights of the mountains faced today in life, our body aches, and brokenness 

in mind and in spirit too

Sculpted peaks, ground, beneath the waters 

Folding and breaking, stacked, wedged, heat and pressure 

Thickening piles rise up over many years 

Majestic mountains, 

Peaks and valleys in life the same pressures and sculpting 

Stacking piles to where we need a touch,where we need healing

Brilliance in common care without flare or grandeur seeking 

Remembering and recalling that 

“At sunset, all who had people sick with various diseases brought them to him. He laid his hands on each of them and cured them” # 

Darkness falls, the sun sets on another day, a passage of time

Peace surrounds and quiet so gladly fills the air and ear

Our body still weak, no help we see,

But somehow strength for another day

What gives this life, sustaining drive in changing Seasons, 

“What do we clench, what Are we unwilling to let go”

Nature and the tree’s leaves even know

As winds of autumn blow,then a whisper “Help is here”

“It is the Spirit who gives life; the flesh is no help at all. The words that I have spoken to you are spirit and life.” ##

# Luke 4: 40 (RSV)

# #John 6:63 ESV, Jesus speaking

Sunset, Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta

Pic by Matt

pic by Emily Ann 

“…the harbor…”

The Harbor

Sailboat reflection on the stillness of the harbor 
No longer adrift, or loose from its mooring
Or taken where the wind and current would move her

Anchored now 

Sails furled,

Safe from the sheer, the sway or

surge 

No longer luffing up or bearing away

Days have come facing the wind 

Losing all forward motion “in irons”

The mast reaches high, a tall spar

Supporting the mainsail 

Windward, facing the prevailing winds 

Moving her forward 

 “He calms the storm and stills the waves.  What a blessing is that stillness as he brings them safely into harbor!”*

Tears shed on this battlefield and at Sackets Harbor

Navy yard and defense in 1812 

First engagement between the United States and the British Empire **

Today a point of sending off and welcome home, tears and hearts heavy until return

Today sails high dotting the lake and Black river bay 

Winter days

The snow covers the harbor

And the weathered sails are stored 

Until the spring 

In the quiet 

Ice fishing and ice fishing huts cover the harbor

One thinks of the seasons past 

When “billows roll” and we “were steered to safety” and we remember 

 “…our God is the harbor of weather-beaten sails” ***

The Harbor, Glimpse poetry, by Joe Holuta

*Psalm 107.29-30 TLB

** https://www.battlefields.org/learn/war-1812/battles/sackets-harbor

*** Evening, September 22,CHS

Evening, September 22 – Spurgeon Morning and Evening

“… lakeside…”

Lakeside

Lakeside we arrive again as years, as decades in the past

Kayaks on the lake, young boys and girls like dots on the ocean

Travel with eyes wide and hearts longing for adventure 

Reaching the other side, a new land, island, theirs to explore

Lily pads green reflecting the sunset’s brilliant colors

Wind echoes through the tall pines around Kilbourne

“Like a passing breath”

Campfire smoke goes high as the stars come out and moon rises

Fire embers warm and eases the chill of the Canadian Arctic air flow

Loon calls as night falls and sun sets on the glistening lake 

Red squirrel alarms of the dawn 

This time  “like a shadow, passes over us during the day,

And soon is gone”

Hammock swinging, trees and rocks nearby 

Blueberries in hand 

A toast is made to the ones, who served and gave that we could enjoy this day 

Gone before us but present in every eye, smile and Whippoorwill singing

Canadian blend ‘67, lifted high in gratitude and honor and remembrance

“Cherish every moment, 

Fleeting life under the sun”

Wolf calls at dawn, cool morning sunrise, fresh cup to fill, again and again 

Lakeside, Glimpse poetry 

by Joe Holuta

Quotes

(Psalm 144:4, Ecc.  9:9 Voice)