Sunrise Glory-Dressed

Glory-dressed sunrise

Exalts Creator…warm hues

Woven of hushed-awe

Threaded through dawn’s rose-gold silk

Altar set, let Earth praise God

“His coming is as brilliant as the sunrise. Rays of light flash from his hands, where his awesome power is hidden.” Habakkuk 3:4, New Living Translation

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

The Suitcase

‘Mid inky midnight

I open suitcase, the

One with initials

Though I don’t know

Whose they are…

Heavy lock had once

Been unbreakable, but

Efficacy of determined

Perseverance must

Ne’er be discounted…

Inside bruised leather

Is everything I’ll need

To live out my days

As though someone

Gracious spirit, perhaps

Had ascertained what I’d

Require to remain content

Utterly independent:

There’s money, savings

Bequeathed by stranger

To provide for modest life…

One long, meander-shaped

Stone, representing my

Intrepid soul…

A piece of palest blue

(Moon at dusk)

Sea glass, symbolizing

Inmost discerning sight

And sandcastle, size

Of my hand, swathed in

Cheesecloth to protect

Keep intact…once, it housed

Tiny scurry-crabs, hermits

Now it’s my home, heart’s

Ever-here home, small yet

Spacious, it will embrace

Horn of plenty’s blessings

Suitcase-full—plus prayers

Penned in poetry, windswept

Notions, melodic dreams—

But cold-boned skeletons 

Of memories, I’ll bury at sea

They’ll never visit again…

Gulls wing near, silvered in sun

Their welcome cries greet; and

There! Sirens surface, merely to

Glimpse lone female mortal, before

Diving back to depths, their world…

Tides bring psalms, drifted from

Heaven, to become embroidery

On wavelets laced, ribbon-tied

Banners fly o’er bijou castle

I unpack simple possessions

Draw calm breaths…grateful

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The Lavender Fields

photo by Léonard Cotte

Three Line Tales 235

The lavender went on everlastingly…

And the sun carried its redolence a million miles or more…

These intoxicating fields were where we lived a life of loving, and disappeared together…missing to the world, but not to each other, nor to God whose glory filled our every breath.

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Peace Project, Gather Magic

Peace is heart-project

Lending itself to artists

Grief shards collectors

Fashion near-immortal works

From shimmer, shattered notions


Bits of magic shine

Like fresh fallen dewdrops ‘mid

These frangible days

Make no excuses, look ’round…

Gather each flicker, light Hope

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Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Magic” July 27, 2020

Azure-Shaded Afternoon


Maybe you’re not a stone

Statue, river rocks for eyes

I’m well-accustomed to

How you typically respond

To any presence—with safe

Pensive, wordless reserve

Yet suddenly a window slides

Open, highlighting beautiful

Masculine planes I feast on, and

You smicker* at me instead

(As though only now

Noticing, appreciating)

And cause me to blush

Melting heart’s reticence

I’m dazed, half-dozing

For in your far-off gaze

The world looks different

More like it was when we

Both were younger, and

Any dream seemed possible

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

* (def: to ogle and smile amorously —used with at, or after)

Crowded Mind (Limerick)

In bijou mind I need more space

Myriad thoughts vie for rightful place

Most notions have good purpose sweet

Some with grim shadows are replete

Brain bustling, I seek rest in grace🙂

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Fatal Junction

Surely the “new normal” we’re asked to adjust to does not include the continuing violence in our streets?  Before too long the combined deaths, virus and shootings, will leave only a few gibbering fools in their wake…

Junction, heat and hate

How can noble change be birthed

Bloody flames consume

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Liberated (Poetry Tells Tales)

I liberate soul

‘Mid lines of poetry penned

Posted for world’s view

Such freedom to drape maimed self

Upon comfort of blog’s chaise

 Tell tales leisurely

Sore secrets, stinging heart-storms

Dormant desire’s pull…

And trumpet deep ardent faith

When not limerick-ing smiles


Relaxed, unrestrained

Words fall on page, rain-scented

Bosom’s river loosed

Seed along banks is watered

Spirit nurtured with solace

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Held Hostage

42-Word Prompt: LOST or MORBID (or Both)

Lost in morbid thoughts

Sickening scenes, conflict

I can’t escape (uninvited

Conjured not by conscious

Mind) ~ Obsessed notions

Congregate in numbers

Lazy, loitering ‘mid sleep’s

Labyrinth; cesspool lips

Whisper curses I can’t

Obscure, obliterate ~

Memories hold me

Hostage, won’t pardon

Vacate sentence

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

Heaven’s Gala (Blessing)

“He has brought me to his banquet hall, And his banner over me is love.”

Song of Solomon 2:4, New American Standard Bible


One day in Heaven

There will be lavish gala

Full banquet table

Mouthwatering angel cake

Myriad delicacies

And giddy dancing

Like long ago, David’s* reign

Joy with King Jesus

Hearts celebrating Presence

Eternal blessings of God

©Rhen Laird/Cobbled Contemplations, 2020 ~ All rights reserved.

“You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence, with eternal pleasures at Your right hand.” Psalm 16:11, Berean Study Bible

“They feast on the abundance of your house, and you give them drink from the river of your delights.” Psalm 36:8, English Standard Bible

“Let them praise His name with dancing; Let them sing praises to Him with timbrel and lyre.” Psalm 149:3, NASB

*“And David danced before the LORD with all his might, wearing a priestly garment.” 2 Samuel 6:14, New Living Translation