Goodbye Saskatoon (from the airplane window)

Man has left his tracks,
Visible and Invisible,
The roads stretch far and crossed,
The fields laid out;
Some white, some black,
Some blotched and grey with trees.
People once scurried there,
But not this time of year.
Their paths crossed too,
Some white, some black, some grey.
God’s white blanket touches all,
With hope for the coming day.
Some love, some hate,
Some give, some take.
God’s word reaches, touches some,
Giving hope for His day to come.

Cy, 1987?

Going To See John

Looking through the bus window
I see:
Blue morning snow,
Yellow tinted on windswept rows;
Dry, brown grasses
Through the snow, poking;
Leaf-bare trees
Into the sky, poking;
All rising,
Like me and God’s sun;
All the world brightening
The cold day to come.

Cy, 1985

God’s work

I want to preserve the ecology of the womb,
I want to prevent it from becoming a tomb.
From within this gloom
Let’s have no more doom.

Cy, Nov., 14, 2003