Unauthorized Vehicle

by Beverly Ewart

KEEP OFF MERIDIAN, the sign says.

Every car following car following

 car obliquely salutes with OBEDIENCE.

The sun warms our red van

  and I have

    meridian dreams.

I WOULD stop

if I saw a turtle

  or a stranded cat....

... My mind wanders all over that meridian,

             where there might be money in the grass,

or a smooth snake disappearing around a bush,

   or a note to someone, flown there

      from someone's dash out an open window.

UNAUTHORIZED VEHICLE - my mind...

  I can't keep off

   meridians.

Faith

by Beverly Ewart

Over the side,

out into the squall –

sliding down swells

toward the voice and the call.

Behind is the boat,

tossed about on the waves;

inside or out,

we must choose to be brave.

But the weight of these worries

and the weight of the flesh

break the sea’s surface tension

on the waves’ foamy crests.

Suddenly sinking

and soaked by our doubts,

we cry out in despair

‘til someone pulls us out.

Upward the pull;

the weight is removed –

we’ve been enlightened

by the strength of God’s love.

Buoyed by hope

and the grip of God’s hand,

we purposely, weightlessly

stride toward dry land.

Angels

 

Angels

By Beverly Ewart

 

At night the angels guard our trust,
apparent in the morning when we wake;
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost

sparkling with the light that shines on us
through each brittle windowpane.
At night the angels guard our trust,

covering our faith through gathering dark,
to be on the ready should it wane ~
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

Should the night bring dreams of fear or angst?
Grim forces the angel hosts restrain.
At night the angels guard our trust,

all demonic powers they'll accost!
The glory of the Lord is their refrain,
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

For love of God these beings surround us,
hovering guardians of flesh and flame;
at night the angels guard our trust -
the imprint of their wings lies on the frost.

Imprint

By

Beverly Ewart

Floating, poised, in my canoe I

entice a flitting dragonfly

that, curious, lights on my knee

to stop and see what it can see.

Thirty thousand curious eyes

reflecting back my sweet surprise

that a benison with such light feet

can leave an imprint when we meet.