Shocking Splendor

When the void sat silent and the only thing that hovered above the deep was the one that defined it, was the deep surprised when he finally spoke “those” words? Was it sure of it’s purpose at that moment? Can creation even feel or know? Did it not make sense or have a finitely discernible purpose until something was created that could see, know and discern? Not until humans were created, by the same creative …

Just Walking Upright

Drip drip drip goes the cortisol. “Why did you spell it this way?” The senior lead asks as he waves one of fifteen hundred invites at you. The “Your Invited” waves like a malevolent omen over your now defunct efforts at doing a good job. Why did you spell it that way? You don’t remember making an intentional effort to misspell the word you’re. Yet here it stands. The real answer is that you are …

Is The Drain Really Unclogged?

Is the drain really unclogged The week started normally enough Monday morning breakfast and work, then Crossfit. That is where things went a little askew from the normal grind. See a spur of the moment obstacle course and this old mans endocrine system aliened like the planets on some cosmic solstice. I felt spry and ready for the class and decided that a vigorous step up onto a thirty inch box was exactly what I …

Parenting is The Bloodless Revolution

Recently I published an article on the blog ” They Call Me Dad.” Here is an excerpt. What raises my hope and maybe makes me and possibly you, those that share honey and locusts with John The Baptist as he spoke in the wilderness, is this glorious thought: we need not kill each other to have change. I know, take a moment breath it in and then let the thought as adrenaline in your veins, …

Universal Vibrations

Universal Vibrations - Aaron Blakeley - The Daily Haiku - Writer poet blogger

In physics, string theory is a theoretical framework in which the point-like particles of particle physics are replaced by one-dimensional objects called strings. It describes how these strings propagate through space and interact with each other. On distance scales larger than the string scale, a string looks just like an ordinary particle, with its mass, charge, and other properties determined by the vibrational state of the string. When we speak we vibrate the air so …

Greater Than Thought

Capacity is a wonderful word describing the maximum amount of; you name it. Circumstances is also a word that is used often when we can not say what it is that brought us here, “It is just our circumstances.” Circumstances are like a wave that washes over our temporal experience they  can be good, bad or indifferent. Though they are usually tangible reflecting light so that we might see them. Their existence effervesces always in …

Forgive Me

Forgive Me - The Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley Writer Poet

Forgiveness is something that we take for granted both in the giving and receiving. I often feel a pang of guilt for things I have done in the past. Coarse words or biting comments come back to haunt me. It is in these moments that I have to realize that God has forgiven me and I need not hold myself condemned. I have been forgiven and so should forgive even myself.

The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

If the wall of fog does churn and reach If it breaks revealing the sun If creepy entropy robs my marrow If I find myself in peaceful rest If everything I own was suddenly dust If everything I own was suddenly gold If I captured a sunrise in a poem If I alienated everyone I know If it was suddenly illegal to be me If I am celebrated on high Though I be blessed Though …

Churning Light

Churning Light - The Daily Haiku - Aaron Blakeley - Blogger - Writer

Exploration runs in the veins of humans. We explore our world, we explore each other and ourselves. There is one mystery that I have found that satisfies but is always an ever running spring of fresh discoveries. God’s infinite horizons are forever churning with light.

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does …