The Sounds of Prayer

~ Byungafallgren ~ 2 Comments

The Sounds of Prayer

The chatters of joyful sparrows
in the robust juniper,
having survived the night,
without the snake’s invasion.

The cawing magpie on the porch rail
announcing a good day.

The mother’s “I love you,”
and the little daughter
in the hospital bed,
“I love you, too.”

Cussing at home, at work, or even while driving,
we cuss or pray; deep inside, we all pray,
wish you good luck; I love you, too.

©Byung A. Fallgren



Sky and earth

~ Byungafallgren ~ 4 Comments 

Sky and earth

Sky and earth search
for likeness in each other.

The blue sky sees itself 
in the vast sea;
the roaming clouds appear
to be fish in the deep green,
which reminds them that 
they are born twins,
separated by God to do their unique
duty in the opposite world.

Sometimes, lilac clouds in the sky
meet the horizon and cheer 
the gloom on the earth.

In the swirl of darkness and light
in each other, we learn to capture 
the wisdom to discern the difference
between beauty and ugliness. 

©Byung A. Fallgren

Spring in Winter

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Spring in Winter

Winter kicks him
like a bucking horse,
knocking him down unconscious;
an angelic pacemaker take charge of his heart.

The Wife

A shock wave,
to see his sudden black out.
Calmer in ER.
Back home, he’s gibberish.
Do you mean divorce? Her eyebrows rise.
Worry not, dear. That will come when we die.

©Byung A. Fallgren