A soft constant dripping
Soaks roots
Fills streams
Covers the land in green
Higher elevations
Blanketed in white
It could go on and on
For days
For weeks
Seemingly months
Until Spring
Through Spring
And early summer
Slowly warmth seeps
Back into the days
The light changes
Trees blossom
Flowers bloom
The clouds part
Sky is blue
Sun is out
© 2020 Julie Clark
What is this division you bring?
What about peace on earth, goodwill towards all?
Is it about our choice?
To love and serve
Or horde and kill?
Do you come to us at our borders in T-shirts and flip flops
Or camped out in our city parks?
One more opportunity to choose
As you ask, “Who will you serve?
Me or mammon?”
Ok, I choose you.
Now I have enemies.
What did you say about enemies?
I have to love them too?
Now that is hard to do.
Oh, you did that.
I see. Is that how this works?
Love changes everything.
Love is the force that brings peace
Far and near and finally
Everywhere.
How long?
“Until all is changed and all submit
To love
Singing praises!”
Your ways are better
Your ways are higher
Than ours.
What is impossible for humans
Is possible for you.
Now we must
Get up on the highway
Of your ways
Watch and see
What you can do with love-
The strongest force there is
Moving mountains and
Raising valleys.
May we make the choice
To love
Rather than continue
This madness.
© 2019 Julie Clark
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Are there certain angels
just really good at math?
Figuring out the
sowing and reaping
equations for every
single person alive?
Or calculating
resources versus
generosity?
Or how much faith
it takes, to say,
throw a mountain
into the sea,
or for that matter
be marked
with the Holy Spirit?
Does all of heaven
just know these things
while most of us are just
scratching the surface
or scratching our heads?
© 2015 Julie Clark
Dry and burning
forest and brush
water less
lands parched
even the emerald green
northwest
has a thirsty
dull look this fall.
It started raining
just when it was
supposed to
we are the lucky ones
on the west side
of the mountains
Our world keeps
reeling from
natural disaster
to man made
catastrophes
birth pains
or apocalypse
Water
we are thirsty for
Living water
we can’t live
without this
watering
© 2014 Julie Clark
The sun came out today
Such a rare occurrence of late
When we heard it kiss the Sound
We rushed out and made a date
Over the hill and down
To our favorite looking place
Calming our nerves at the sight
Feeling sweet warmth on our face
The grand Olympic tops
Through the clouds were sailing
An eagle soaring high
The work of the day paling
©2013 Julie Clark
Boulder River went unwilling
Into this present age of bondage
Where death and decay reign.
What would it have been like
Before knowledge was chosen over love?
It is so beautiful now
With the dense foliage on either side,
The waterfalls cascading
Down the sheer cliffs.
Would the water have been
The purest of pure
Able to quench the thirst
Of man and beast?
Perhaps the intensity of color
Would have blinded the eyes of mortals.
The wild things
Instead of hiding
Would come out to greet us.
The bird song so sweet
We would have wept and laughed together.
I know the sign at the trailhead
Would not be there
Warning the hikers
Of the dangers of the wilderness.
© 2012 Julie Clark
It happened again today
As I turned the corner
That pulling up from the deep
Kind of feeling
As the view opened
And there were the Olympics
In their cold, lofty solitude
Calling me to breathe deeper
To listen to the silence
To acknowledge the ancient wisdom
Flowing within and without
The present
Where heaven meets earth
Is all I have
I need to recognize it
And make my home there
© 2012 Julie Clark
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